Green Flame Rising (Exalted vs Dresden Files)
- Thread starter DragonParadox
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[X] Agree to deal with the situation personally, but make the bargain conditional upon voluntary successful completion. Maeve will owe you nothing, if you don't deliver, but you also have no obligation to deliver, and owe her nothing if you don't. (Costs 1 AP next month)
- Location
- Brazil
The important thing will be to call Carlos, this is the area under his supervision and I highly doubt he will refuse to help Molly for... many reasons, both official and personal. This will also allow us to increase our relationship with him and consequently with the younger generation of the white council.
It's probably not the most effective solution, but I can't help but look at this and think that it's an opportunity to be on the opposite side of annoying mercenary spam but without the part where we're obviously screwing with our employees.
The ability to just pay demons, hitmen, and demonic hitmen to go after people is somewhat entertaining even if it's not helpful a lot of the time.
The ability to just pay demons, hitmen, and demonic hitmen to go after people is somewhat entertaining even if it's not helpful a lot of the time.
Modus_Tollens
SCREAMING AT THE APOCALYPSE
- Location
- ALSO SCREAMING.
And think of how fun she'd be at parties.
I'm kind of wondering what her ideal niche actually would be if she wasn't being shoehorned into the position of Lady. No one is just bad at something after centuries of labor unless its due to a fundamental disharmony with your core nature. Even slow learners would be hard pressed not to pick things up by osmosis. But, yeah, as-is her becoming Queen would probably result in the war being lost within decades.
Who the hell will be policing the area if we cause a power vacuum is one hell of a question.
I thought what was going on was that she's being deliberately shit as a form of drawn out teenage rebellion. She didn't really want the job in the first place, and the effects on emotional maturity from being frozen where she is by the mantle basically left her stuck like that.
Which is why we probably shouldn't. That sin eater seems pretty likely to be outside our current weight class anyway.
Get in, grab the idiot, leave.
- Location
- Estonia
Would we even have a problem with it? It's doing a necessary job and is eating the background "sin", not the occasional rare desert traveler anymore.
I would say the Solars did worse.
When they overthrew the Primordials, they still inherited good enough defenses that they were able to sustain Creation while building up the infrastructure to expand it. When the DBs overthrew them, the defenses they inherited from the Solars werent good enough to stop the Balorean Crusade dissolving most of Creation into primordial ooze.
My two cents.
The US did not perform most of its tests close to Vegas.
I know there was at least one surface test relatively close by, but the rest were much farther away, and underground to boot.
The point is, if Demonreach and all its baddies are close enough to Chicago for relatively casual commuting, but its hundreds or thousands of years of existence havent poisoned the area? As in, Dresden actually lived on the island for months at a time?
Then Im confident that test nukes have little lasting effect on the magical environment.
Now, Trinity, where the first nuke was tested and humanity first brought the fire of the sun to Earth? Thematic importance.
Hiroshima and Nagasaki? Where nuclear use actually killed tens of thousands of people?
I buy that having Significance.
But just nuclear tests in an area with no sapient habitation seems unlikely.
Thats my suspicion.
Maeve's agents found Sandra in Vegas, they didnt chase her there.
I doubt the Outsiders have their agents go to Vegas just on vacation; she's probably at work doing something.
Lol.
Her ancestry in this AU guarantees that she would always have been supernaturally potent; a changeling born of the Lady/Queen of Winter and a wizard scion of the White Council is the kind of horrifying Mary Sue that would be an eight hundred pound gorilla in this setting under most circumstances.
Part of it is, from what I can tell, Maeve slacking on the job as a form of deliberate rebellion.
When your mom is your boss.....well, look at some of Molly's earlier clashes with Charity.
And unlike Charity, Mab was/is a single mother. No Michael to act as a mediator/other parent.
I suspect that if Molly gets to see the Mab/Maeve relationship from the outside, she'll find a lot of it uncomfortably familiar.
^^^
We'll have to play it by ear, but right now I see no particular reason to plan to replace the local power structure.
^^^
Rebellion, personal insecurity, family tensions, sibling rivalry. Its hard to be raised as the daughter of the Winter Queen.
Exacerbated by her being raised as essentially a trust fund baby.
Its certainly not that she wants to give up the job.
Her final confrontation with Mab makes it clear she has major mommy issues, but not so much that she is willing to walk away from the Court or the power of the position.
And as far as we can tell, any issues with emotional security are largely personal; we've seen three other Fae Ladies in the series so far. While they've all had their own issues, their emotional maturity has not really been in question.
Not to mention that Sarissa is her twin sister, and lacks the same issues, despite being raised by the same mother.
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
- Location
- Tempe, AZ
I personally rather doubt that Vegas would stop generating sin if the red Court vampire wasn't there anymore. That seems to be giving humanity way too little credit*. Vegas is at this point a self sustaining sin factory. I doubt that the Dragon really does anything anymore.
Much like the programer that automates his own job away.
In general the Dragon shouldn't be that hard to replace. Even if they are as strong as Alana* because strength isn't the point. We could just as Marcone if he has any ambitious underlings that want a promotion.
*Or blame as the case may be
**And she was strong enough that I am actually wondering if we need to get a more powerful damage charm. I never thought that 22 dice at DC 4 doing all agg damage would ever not be enough.
Much like the programer that automates his own job away.
In general the Dragon shouldn't be that hard to replace. Even if they are as strong as Alana* because strength isn't the point. We could just as Marcone if he has any ambitious underlings that want a promotion.
*Or blame as the case may be
**And she was strong enough that I am actually wondering if we need to get a more powerful damage charm. I never thought that 22 dice at DC 4 doing all agg damage would ever not be enough.
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- Location
- Canada
If the sin-eater is keeping out a specific Outsider, depending on how strong it is we could cut the Gordian Knot and just kill it. Would leave a jobless sin eater hanging around, but it doesn't seem to have done anything too bad, asides from going to an unsavory dealer for its reality-protecting sin fix.
But if said Outsider is too strong, or if it's an actual path/gate to Outside, we'd probably be best off leaving the sin eater alone and just ganking the Dragon. Maybe we could work something out and have the local Warden take over as the new Dragon of Las Vegas so the sin eater still gets the power it needs. At least a wizard would be less inclined to abuse their power as this vampire most likely has, and giving the White Council a bastion strong enough to give Winter pause (while taking it away from the Red Court) seems a decent strategic move.
But if said Outsider is too strong, or if it's an actual path/gate to Outside, we'd probably be best off leaving the sin eater alone and just ganking the Dragon. Maybe we could work something out and have the local Warden take over as the new Dragon of Las Vegas so the sin eater still gets the power it needs. At least a wizard would be less inclined to abuse their power as this vampire most likely has, and giving the White Council a bastion strong enough to give Winter pause (while taking it away from the Red Court) seems a decent strategic move.
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
- Location
- Tempe, AZ
It does rather depend on how much the Sin-eater actually cares about the dragon or if it considers Him replaceable and interchangeable.
But Molly detects as scary enough that I don't think that attack would be the Sin eater's first response.
But Molly detects as scary enough that I don't think that attack would be the Sin eater's first response.
Nemesis turned Justine, who was canonically a slender woman who barely reached five foot seven inches in high heels, into someone who could rip a four foot long section of steel rail from the side of a ship, and stalk (a tired) six foot nine inches Winter Knight Dresden around said boat until he dived into Lake Michigan to get away
While still looking completely normal.
She gave me a smile that was both worried and relieved, and looked back out at the water.
For a second, I thought about picking up something I might whap her unconscious with, and then discarded the idea. After the night I'd had, I was too exhausted to make such a thing practical. And no matter what you saw in the movies, hitting people in the head was dangerous. I could kill Justine. So instead, I gathered the shreds of what was left of my will and prepared to use them.
"But that was the plan the whole time," I told her. "Right?"
The figure at the front of the boat went completely still.
"See, there were just too many threads being pulled," I said. "The attack on the Outer Gates especially. And the Titan herself . . . God, what a blunt instrument. What a big, loud distraction. So that you could get inside."
Justine's head turned to face me. The lightening sky was behind her. There was nothing to be seen of her expression but blackness.
I limped forward a couple of paces. Nothing specific was any worse than it had been an hour ago, but even the immunity of the Winter mantle had its limits. My joints felt like they'd been dipped in plaster and were slowly drying stiff.
"And every single living family member of mine, personally, was placed in danger. All of them. To make sure I had the maximum amount of personal worry to distract me."
Justine has incredible cheekbones. They shifted, slightly altering her shadowy profile as she smiled.
"Something about Justine wasn't . . . quite right, earlier, in the apartment," I said. And I let my voice harden. "How long ago did you possess the girl?"
Justine was silent for a moment. Then she shook her head and said, "I think the problem is, you just don't sound all that bright, wizard. Perhaps it's skewing my expectations."
She turned toward me, slim and graceful, steady on the deck.
I faced her and tried not to pitch over the rail as the Water Beetle bumped along the waves. It had been a long night. And I didn't have much left, physically or otherwise.
"Tell me your name," I said, and slid some of my will into my voice.
"You know who I am," Justine purred in answer.
Then she reached out with one hand and ripped a four-foot section of the ship's steel handrail off its metal struts.
I blinked wearily and fancied I could hear grains of sand pattering to the deck from my eyes. Now I knew what Ethniu had felt like at the end. "Humor me," I said, with more of my will. "Tell me your name."
Justine, or whatever being was driving Justine's body around, turned toward me and began slow, stalking paces forward. It made some abortive, choking noises in its throat, and then said, the words drawn from it reluctantly, "It will do you no good once I've caved in your skull. Nemesis am I called."
There. Bingo.
For years, shadowy forces had been driving events in Chicago and in the wider world. For years, I'd been picking up threads and finding them connected to others. For years, I'd been flailing around trying to get an idea of the forces that had been arrayed against me.
And tonight, one of the players was in the open.
Right there. Behind Justine's eyes.
And I was going to get answers.
I didn't have much left in me but pure, stiff-necked, muleheaded contrariness.
But even after the night I'd had, I still had plenty of it.
"I don't care what they call you," I spat. The effort of maintaining my will made it impossible to move my feet as the slender girl stalked forward with her steel bar. "Thrice I say and done. Tell me your name."
The slender figure froze in front of me, shuddering.
Then she exhaled in a slow, utterly sensual voice, "I am the doubt that wards away sleep. I am the flaw that corrupts, the infected wound, the false fork in the trail. I am the gnawer, the worm in the book, the maggot that burrows in the mind's eye."
She shuddered in bizarre ecstasy and panted, in a frantic whisper, "I am He Who Walks Beside."
Hell's bells.
A Walker.
And if I hadn't twigged to its presence, I would have set it loose on Demonreach—the prison for the great nightmares of the world. Ethniu wasn't the biggest thing in it—not by a long shot. And an Outsider with the power of a Walker, turned loose inside the island's defenses, might well be able to destroy them and set loose every horror inside.
Hell. There'd have been an Ethniu for every city, if the place got emptied out.
The weight of my will, once finished forcing the information from the possessing being, flooded out of me and left me barely able to stand. I staggered back, away from the slender figure in front of me.
Justine, calmly, pursued.
"I hope it felt good to scratch that itch," she purred. "This is the end of your story, starborn."
"How long?" I asked. "How long have you been in Justine?"
Justine waved the steel bar in a vague gesture. "Mortal time is such a limited concept. A few years. Ever since she became close to Lara."
I glowered at her. "You conceived my brother's child intentionally."
"Obviously," Justine purred. "That ridiculous instinct, honestly. It is your kind's greatest weakness. Once he understood that his mate and his offspring would die if he did not follow my instructions, well . . ." She shrugged.
"So you sent him at Etri. At the svartalves, someone almost everyone respects. Why? To shatter the Accords?"
"Apocalypse isn't an event," Nemesis murmured. "It is a frame of mind."
I probably would have staggered anyway, but the phrase hit hard.
"This was less a plan than . . . an act of faith, I suppose you would say," the Outsider continued through Justine's lips.
"Faith?" I asked.
"In what is coming," the Walker said. "The unraveling of all things into darkness and silence."
"Empty Night," I breathed.
"Empty Night," the creature echoed, in the hushed tone of a holy phrase. "So we pressed the attacks at the Outer Gates. While I sowed havoc within the walls of reality. We loosed some of the primal forces of your own precious Creation against you. Undermined Mab, her people, the Accords, the delusion of order you force upon the universe with your useless presence." She smiled, dropping lower, the motion feline, sensual, hypnotic. "You may have survived the day. But the deed is done. We are the tide. Infinite. Unrelenting. And one day, starborn, make no mistake, we will wipe away all that you know. All we need is a single opening."
"Must suck," I panted, "to get whipped by some stupid punk from Chicago. 'Cause it looks to me like I beat you."
Something ugly went through her voice. "There was never a victory for you to gain," Nemesis hissed. "The mortals have been given terror they have not known in centuries. There is nothing more that need be done. They are your death stroke. Now I need only wait."
I finally reached the back of the boat and said, "Funny you should mention waiting."
Justine tilted her head, too far, silent.
"You know how you don't want to arrive on Demonreach, Walker?" The rear railing hit the backs of my thighs. "You don't want to show up all on your lonesome. Alfred hates that. That would be like sprinting into a meat grinder."
The gathering light showed me Justine's face as her eyes widened and she whipped her head over her shoulder.
The black mass of Demonreach, backlit by the golden sky, loomed directly ahead of us, swiftly larger, as the boat chugged toward its shores.
Justine whirled back and lunged toward me. "No!"
I smirked at her, spread my arms, and fell over the back of the boat, into the freezing waters of Lake Michigan.
With the last shreds of my will, I called to Demonreach.
And the last thing I felt before things went black was green-gold light, and a huge stony hand clamping down on my shoulder, tearing me away from the Outsider's desperate grasp.
For a second, I thought about picking up something I might whap her unconscious with, and then discarded the idea. After the night I'd had, I was too exhausted to make such a thing practical. And no matter what you saw in the movies, hitting people in the head was dangerous. I could kill Justine. So instead, I gathered the shreds of what was left of my will and prepared to use them.
"But that was the plan the whole time," I told her. "Right?"
The figure at the front of the boat went completely still.
"See, there were just too many threads being pulled," I said. "The attack on the Outer Gates especially. And the Titan herself . . . God, what a blunt instrument. What a big, loud distraction. So that you could get inside."
Justine's head turned to face me. The lightening sky was behind her. There was nothing to be seen of her expression but blackness.
I limped forward a couple of paces. Nothing specific was any worse than it had been an hour ago, but even the immunity of the Winter mantle had its limits. My joints felt like they'd been dipped in plaster and were slowly drying stiff.
"And every single living family member of mine, personally, was placed in danger. All of them. To make sure I had the maximum amount of personal worry to distract me."
Justine has incredible cheekbones. They shifted, slightly altering her shadowy profile as she smiled.
"Something about Justine wasn't . . . quite right, earlier, in the apartment," I said. And I let my voice harden. "How long ago did you possess the girl?"
Justine was silent for a moment. Then she shook her head and said, "I think the problem is, you just don't sound all that bright, wizard. Perhaps it's skewing my expectations."
She turned toward me, slim and graceful, steady on the deck.
I faced her and tried not to pitch over the rail as the Water Beetle bumped along the waves. It had been a long night. And I didn't have much left, physically or otherwise.
"Tell me your name," I said, and slid some of my will into my voice.
"You know who I am," Justine purred in answer.
Then she reached out with one hand and ripped a four-foot section of the ship's steel handrail off its metal struts.
I blinked wearily and fancied I could hear grains of sand pattering to the deck from my eyes. Now I knew what Ethniu had felt like at the end. "Humor me," I said, with more of my will. "Tell me your name."
Justine, or whatever being was driving Justine's body around, turned toward me and began slow, stalking paces forward. It made some abortive, choking noises in its throat, and then said, the words drawn from it reluctantly, "It will do you no good once I've caved in your skull. Nemesis am I called."
There. Bingo.
For years, shadowy forces had been driving events in Chicago and in the wider world. For years, I'd been picking up threads and finding them connected to others. For years, I'd been flailing around trying to get an idea of the forces that had been arrayed against me.
And tonight, one of the players was in the open.
Right there. Behind Justine's eyes.
And I was going to get answers.
I didn't have much left in me but pure, stiff-necked, muleheaded contrariness.
But even after the night I'd had, I still had plenty of it.
"I don't care what they call you," I spat. The effort of maintaining my will made it impossible to move my feet as the slender girl stalked forward with her steel bar. "Thrice I say and done. Tell me your name."
The slender figure froze in front of me, shuddering.
Then she exhaled in a slow, utterly sensual voice, "I am the doubt that wards away sleep. I am the flaw that corrupts, the infected wound, the false fork in the trail. I am the gnawer, the worm in the book, the maggot that burrows in the mind's eye."
She shuddered in bizarre ecstasy and panted, in a frantic whisper, "I am He Who Walks Beside."
Hell's bells.
A Walker.
And if I hadn't twigged to its presence, I would have set it loose on Demonreach—the prison for the great nightmares of the world. Ethniu wasn't the biggest thing in it—not by a long shot. And an Outsider with the power of a Walker, turned loose inside the island's defenses, might well be able to destroy them and set loose every horror inside.
Hell. There'd have been an Ethniu for every city, if the place got emptied out.
The weight of my will, once finished forcing the information from the possessing being, flooded out of me and left me barely able to stand. I staggered back, away from the slender figure in front of me.
Justine, calmly, pursued.
"I hope it felt good to scratch that itch," she purred. "This is the end of your story, starborn."
"How long?" I asked. "How long have you been in Justine?"
Justine waved the steel bar in a vague gesture. "Mortal time is such a limited concept. A few years. Ever since she became close to Lara."
I glowered at her. "You conceived my brother's child intentionally."
"Obviously," Justine purred. "That ridiculous instinct, honestly. It is your kind's greatest weakness. Once he understood that his mate and his offspring would die if he did not follow my instructions, well . . ." She shrugged.
"So you sent him at Etri. At the svartalves, someone almost everyone respects. Why? To shatter the Accords?"
"Apocalypse isn't an event," Nemesis murmured. "It is a frame of mind."
I probably would have staggered anyway, but the phrase hit hard.
"This was less a plan than . . . an act of faith, I suppose you would say," the Outsider continued through Justine's lips.
"Faith?" I asked.
"In what is coming," the Walker said. "The unraveling of all things into darkness and silence."
"Empty Night," I breathed.
"Empty Night," the creature echoed, in the hushed tone of a holy phrase. "So we pressed the attacks at the Outer Gates. While I sowed havoc within the walls of reality. We loosed some of the primal forces of your own precious Creation against you. Undermined Mab, her people, the Accords, the delusion of order you force upon the universe with your useless presence." She smiled, dropping lower, the motion feline, sensual, hypnotic. "You may have survived the day. But the deed is done. We are the tide. Infinite. Unrelenting. And one day, starborn, make no mistake, we will wipe away all that you know. All we need is a single opening."
"Must suck," I panted, "to get whipped by some stupid punk from Chicago. 'Cause it looks to me like I beat you."
Something ugly went through her voice. "There was never a victory for you to gain," Nemesis hissed. "The mortals have been given terror they have not known in centuries. There is nothing more that need be done. They are your death stroke. Now I need only wait."
I finally reached the back of the boat and said, "Funny you should mention waiting."
Justine tilted her head, too far, silent.
"You know how you don't want to arrive on Demonreach, Walker?" The rear railing hit the backs of my thighs. "You don't want to show up all on your lonesome. Alfred hates that. That would be like sprinting into a meat grinder."
The gathering light showed me Justine's face as her eyes widened and she whipped her head over her shoulder.
The black mass of Demonreach, backlit by the golden sky, loomed directly ahead of us, swiftly larger, as the boat chugged toward its shores.
Justine whirled back and lunged toward me. "No!"
I smirked at her, spread my arms, and fell over the back of the boat, into the freezing waters of Lake Michigan.
With the last shreds of my will, I called to Demonreach.
And the last thing I felt before things went black was green-gold light, and a huge stony hand clamping down on my shoulder, tearing me away from the Outsider's desperate grasp.
I dont think its safe to assume that someone so deep in Nemesis' confidences as to be aware of when Maeve was Nemfected is a mundane mortal. In fact, I would assume the opposite.
A lot of World of Darkness Nephandi look similarly harmless until the fecal matter hit the rotary impeller.
You are looking at a vampire empowered by a spirit thats essentially doing for a major city what Alfred is doing for Demonreach.
Dude can not just call on his personal mojo here, he can call on the spirit as backup.
In the heart of the power of the spirit he's sworn to serve in Las Vegas, he's potentially as strong as Arianna was, if not stronger, and the spirit's backing guarantees more stamina. Now add minions if any.
Thankfully, our job here isnt to replace the Dragon.
Its to extract/neutralize Sandra.
Or at least figure out what she's doing in Vegas.
Nah.
There's multiple instances in the Dresden Files of prisons for that sort of thing; the Sleeper in the Pacific is one example, and there's at least one shoggoth in America according to the comics. The old magic workers knew how to imprison that sort of thing; do remember that Demonreach, for example, would compare favorably to a Solar-built prison for spirits.
This seems more like Las Vegas is a Hellgate from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, a weak spot through which Things can slip through, and the sin eater was summoned to keep the door shut.
Needs more info though.
Regardless, killing or replacing the sin eater is not our goals.
And given that the Dragon has been working for the sin eater for at least a hundred years now, he's probably a very important employee to boot.
@DragonParadox
QUESTION
Just occurred to me: Wasnt Mab supposed to get back to us with regards to the Leanansidhe?
I thought she would want her exorcised. Or is she just waiting to see if there's any effects on Maeve before requesting the same services for Lea?
Mab does indeed seem to be waiting for something, as you said secondary effects... or now that she knows Nemesis can be yoinked out of someone she might be trying to figure out how to do if herself. After all she was there when you cast the spell.
Vote closed.
This is factually wrong. A publicly available list indicates at least indicates at least 100 (5 during Ranger, 7 during Buster-Jangle, 8 during Tumbler–Snapper, 14 during Teapot, 10 during 56, 1 during 57, 25 during Plumbbob, 4 during 58/58A, 26 during Hardtack II) aboveground detonations performed at Nevada Test Site. Now, the subject of test site being too close to Las Vegas is... argumentative at best. It's 65 miles away, according to google. Now, as previously mentioned, I can only compare to Semipalatinsk test site and Kurchatov town, which are 50 kilometers away, so the distance is about twice that, but I don't like to be in Kurchatov at summer, because of the dust. And dust migrates in the wind, especially in the desert. Not to mention aquifer pollution. I wouldn't be dismissive of this at all.
And in the context of the story, Sin Eater is in Death Valley, not necessarily in Las Vegas itself. And Death Valley is closer to the testing sites.
Here:
Nukes, or at least thermonuclear weapons, are spirit killers.
Which, incidentally, raises a question of whether we can use Principle Invoking Onslaught as a spirit killing technique by generating nukes.
Citation f*cking needed.
I was mostly talking about this in the context of the posts implying it was okay if we ended up doing so as because of conflicts during the hunt.
That said, we don't actually know what it's doing other than encouraging people to ruin their lives. I wouldn't be surprised if its habits are bad enough we need to remind ourselves it's a load bearing villain while we're there.
This seems dramatically less subtle than it usually is. My guess is either that it was a Hail Mary play for the endgame they happened close to the end or she was running the same desperate strength mods Dresden was, since that only requires a mental change and not a physical or magical one.
If that's the case then she's still fundamentally running human numbers and isn't a threat to us in combat on that front.
Reverse engineering that seems like it should be really hard, especially with basically a glance at it working once. I'm surprised that's even rollable really, even for her.
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It doesn't look like it's a generic spirit killer. That last post calls out that it had thematic resonance with the Naagoloshi that made it worse.
In any case none of this means the use of nukes is weighty enough that it has knock on effects and magical nonsense spreading around.
Remember that unlike radiation magic gets wiped with the dawn without anchoring, and we're talking about open desert with no particular protection available. After all this time it should be fine.
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She might also be working on figuring out how to detect Nemesis infection. She now has, what, 4 infected (Lea and other members of her court we indicated)? That's a non-insignificant sample size, especially after she got to experience how Nemesis feels in the non-hosted state.
1) The records show that of the 928 nuclear tests carried out at the Nevada Test Site between 1951 and 1991, 100 were surface tests, and 828 were underground
Nevada Test Site - Nuclear Museum
ahf.nuclearmuseum.org
2)The most southeastern border of the nuclear test zone is 60 miles from Vegas.
Most of the actual test sites are rather further away; a hundred miles or more.
Here's a map:
The US nuclear establishment in the 50s and 60s were pretty reckless, but not quite that reckless.
And wind patterns meant that fallout tended to head towards like Utah, as opposed to Las Vegas.
In the modern day, its considered safe enough there's monthly tours for tourists.
3)You are conflating Maeve talking in general about human migration patterns, and her talking about LV in particular.
Death Valley is in Eastern California. Las Vegas is in eastern Nevada.
The distance between them is a hundred and thirty miles by road.
The sineater is under Las Vegas.
Im not sure I see your point.
Yes, nuclear weapons are spiritkillers; thats not in dispute. Morgan did kill a naagloshii by luring it out into a nuclear test.
No, I dont see how that is any evidence of their causing widespread magical devastation everytime they are tested.
See again, the aforementioned encounter between Morgan, the naagloshii and the nuclear test.
The fact that stepping into the NeverNever saved Morgan from the effects of the nuke is prima facie evidence that a nuclear weapons magical effects are limited, given how the NeverNever reflects reality.
The point by point details for building a Manse are in Oadenol's Codex Chapter 2.
There is no Manse as statted that is in the same weight class as Merlin's little Great Lakes project.
You get 10x Creation Points for a 5-dot manse without taking any drawbacks. Go ahead and try; I have eyeballed it.
You have to go well into Manse NA bullshit to get the Creation points to match the sheer nonsense that Demonreach is canonically capable of. And then you have to invent some powers wholesale, because there's nothing in the list that comes close to duplicating some of its bullshit.
Demonreach is a spirit prison with an animating intelligence thats able to mug and imprison Titans like Ethniu, and singlehandedly stood off the combined attack of both the Summer and Winter Lady and their entourages, while simultaneously fending off an attempted invasion of hundreds of Outsiders led by a Great Walker. And it did it without having to resort to lethal measures.
It also canonically has a self-destruct that has been variously described as capable of taking out the Midwest of the United States, and damaging the continental shelf.
In addition to all this, it gives its chosen Warden a combination of localized intellectus while on the island, top-tier magical fortifications and automated defensive measures, much deeper magic reserves to draw on, and a selection of Incarna-plus tier prisoners(think 2CD and 3CD-tier demons from Ex2) that he can release on parole if absolutely necessary to fight while controlled.
Thats well in excess of anything we have seen of a Solar construct in Exalted 2E.
Even the Realm Defense Grid isnt quite on that level of Fuck You World as far as Im aware; its got much better offense, but its not got a self-destruct that will essentially knock the planet back into the Stone Age.
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This has been a problem since the beginning of the age, if having 4 samples was enough they should have solved it on a generic level by now.
It's not like they don't have a gatekeeper who can detect it to check their work.
Probably because Winter's mandate is to deal with Outsiders. They already have ways to at least harm them if not kill. Banishing them seems like the logical next step. And, in theory, something like a lesser variant of Murder is Meat should also be able to squeeze into her portfolio.
Certainly less subtle than usual.
However, Nemesis, He Who Walks Beside, is still a Great Walker, with everything that implies in power and patronage. And we know from Lord Raith that the investments that a deal with Outsiders can bestow can be very subtle until tripped, like his immunity to direct mortal magic.
Kinda like how Nicodemus Archleone prefers to personally act lowkey, but doesnt mean he cant throw down.
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