Echoes of Creation (30k/Exalted)
- Thread starter Yzarc
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I'm surprised their weren't more variety.
Turn 1: A Storm of Questions
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Colchis - 830.M30
It had been mere days since your triumphant return with Lorgar in your arms, yet the impact of your journey reverberated through the tribe. At first, suspicion clouded their reception of the Ambulls trailing behind you, but with the blessings of the spirits and Lorgar's innate charisma, tensions were soothed.
Word of your victory spread like wildfire among the tribe, eliciting a mix of awe and trepidation. Some hailed you and Lorgar as saviors, while others eyed your newfound power over the Ambulls with wary glances. However, as Lorgar's gentle nature and playful demeanor charmed more hearts with each passing day, the tribe's skepticism began to wane.
The spirits' blessings proved instrumental in quelling unrest. Raheem, the tribal shaman, performed rituals to honor the spirits and seek their guidance, ensuring that your bond with the Ambulls was perceived as a divine boon. The spirits' presence was palpable, particularly when Lorgar was near, indicating their approval of the child.
Lorgar himself became a beacon of light within the tribe. His infectious laughter and insatiable curiosity brought joy to all. He wandered the camp, his tiny hands exploring the world around him, his eyes brimming with wonder.
As time passed, the tribe embraced Lorgar as one of their own. He was no longer an outsider but a cherished member, a child blessed by the spirits. Fear and suspicion dissipated, replaced by hope and unity. You and Lorgar were welcomed with open arms, integrating into the tribe seamlessly.
Yet, as you observed Lorgar in the scorching desert dunes, a sense of unease crept over you. Despite the blistering heat and relentless sun, neither of you showed any signs of discomfort. The desert's harsh conditions seemed inconsequential, as if nature itself bent to your will.
Watching Lorgar play, his laughter a melody in the desert's silence, you couldn't ignore the strangeness of your resilience. You vowed to keep a vigilant watch, wary of the implications of your immunity to the desert's wrath.
Adding to the mystery was Lorgar's rapid growth. In mere days, he had transformed into a small child, a remarkable growth. But most intriguing was his ability to channel the spirits, a gift that had brought you to this desolate place, seeking answers and guidance.
You watched as Lorgar knelt in the sand, his eyes closed in concentration. Around him, the air shimmered with a faint, ethereal glow, a sign of the spirits' presence. It was as if he had a natural affinity for them, a connection that ran deep within his very being.
As you watched, a small dust devil formed nearby, swirling gently before dissipating into nothingness. Lorgar opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips as he stood up, dusting off his hands.
Lorgar's ability was unlike anything you had ever seen, a gift that held immense potential. But with that potential came great danger, for the spirits were unpredictable and often fickle in their ways.
"We must be cautious, Lorgar," you cautioned, your voice firm as you placed a hand on his shoulder. "The spirits are powerful allies, but they can also be dangerous if not respected."
Lorgar nodded, his eyes serious, showing his understanding.
With a deep breath, you began the incantation, your voice echoing across the sands, calling upon the ancient spirits for guidance. The air around you shimmered with energy, a sign that the spirits were listening.
As the ritual unfolded, a shift in the air signaled the presence of the spirits. Ancient and powerful, they had answered your call, ready to bestow their wisdom upon you.
The tribe faced a dire challenge: water was scarce in the arid land. The spirits whispered of a sorcery that could bring rain to the barren land.
Determined to find a solution, you beseeched the spirits to teach you their secrets. They agreed, but only if you could prove yourself worthy. Thus began your tutelage in the Sorcery of weather manipulation.
The spirits spoke in riddles and rhymes, their words as elusive as the desert wind. They taught you the ancient chants, the gestures of power, and the ways to call forth the clouds. Each lesson was a trial, testing your will and understanding.
Despite the challenges, you persisted, practicing tirelessly, your determination unwavering. All the while, you kept a watchful eye on Lorgar, who played and explored, a child of the desert in every way that mattered.
Hours turned into days and finally, one fateful day, as you stood atop a dune, the winds shifted, the clouds gathered, and a single drop of rain fell upon your face.
It was a sign, a promise of success. With renewed determination, you continued your studies, delving deeper into the mysteries of the Sorcery. And finally, after many trials and tribulations, you succeeded.
The skies opened up, unleashing a torrential downpour upon the parched land. The earth drank greedily, and the tribe rejoiced. But your journey was far from over.
In the aftermath of the successful rainstorm, as the desert seemed to sigh in relief, the air cooling as the thirsty earth soaked up the precious water, a spirit, ethereal and radiant, approached you. It spoke, its voice like a gentle breeze carrying wisdom from ages past.
"In reverence, you tread the desert sands, your respect for the land, a noble stance. The spirit's voice, a gentle breeze, expands, echoing wisdom, offering a chance. Your respect for the land we commend, answers to your questions, we have found, for showing such care, we now extend."
You nodded, curious but not questioning the unexpected boon.
"Great spirits of the desert," you intoned, your voice carrying across the dunes, "we seek your wisdom regarding this child, Lorgar. What is his destiny? What path shall he walk?"
The spirits' reply was immediate.
"In the heart of the desert, a child awakens, a godchild beloved of order. Destined for greatness, he is holy, a bridge between worlds, channeling spirits and gods with ease. A beacon of light, his gifts many, his potential vast. With our guidance, he shall flourish, a leader, a healer, a bringer of light."
You listened, captivated by their words, but a seed of doubt gnawed at your mind. Was it right to impose such a destiny upon Lorgar? Should he not be allowed to choose his own path, free from the expectations of others?
Interrupting the spirits, you spoke with a firm resolve. "Let Lorgar choose his own path," you declared, your voice cutting through the ethereal chorus. "Do not burden him with the weight of prophecy or destiny. Let him decide his fate."
To your surprise, the spirits fell silent, their luminous forms shimmering with contemplation. After a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, they spoke, their voices soft and solemn.
"In wisdom's light, the Prince spoke, no will of ours shall bind or cloak. Free is Lorgar, to choose his way, in heart and mind, by night and day. No imposition shall he bear, no burden of fate, no binding snare. Guided by his own true voice, he'll make his path, his own choice. In heart and mind, his journey starts, unfolding tales, uncharted charts. No chains of destiny shall bind, for in his soul, true freedom finds."
Noticing that the Spirits were surprisingly forthcoming, your thoughts then turn towards the mystery of the golden metal that had protected Lorgar when he came crashing down on top of the Ambull. With a deep breath, you took out a small fragment and called out your next question.
"What is the nature of this golden metal?" you asked, your voice carrying the weight of curiosity.
The spirits' voices echoed in your mind, their response filled with cryptic poetry. "The metal burns with the light of order, forged with ichor, anathema to chaos."
Their words sparked a realization within you. The metal, imbued with the essence of order and crafted with divine ichor, held a profound significance. But there was something more, an inkling of potential yet untapped.
"It feels incomplete," you murmured, more to yourself than to the spirits. "As if it could be... more."
The spirits' response was unsurprisingly cryptic. "In fate's forge, all is forged anew, within the flames, seek what is true. The metal's purpose, hidden deep, unveiled in secrets, it shall keep."
The Spirits pause before continuing. "You have asked two questions, and three more we'll evoke. Ask of us what you will, seeker of the sands, we'll share our wisdom, as fate demands."
GAIN:
Sorcery: Weather Manipulation.
Tribe's water problem has been stopped for now. But this is just a stopgap solution but has done MUCH to endear the tribe to your vision.
Tribe Loyalty: Set to Max.
CHOICE:
You have three more Questions to ask the Spirits. They do not have the answers to everything but you never know until you try. The questions cannot be "Stored" and you need to ask now.
[] Write in Questions: (Max of 3)
[] Skip the Questions. You have no more.
NO PLAN VOTES
It had been mere days since your triumphant return with Lorgar in your arms, yet the impact of your journey reverberated through the tribe. At first, suspicion clouded their reception of the Ambulls trailing behind you, but with the blessings of the spirits and Lorgar's innate charisma, tensions were soothed.
Word of your victory spread like wildfire among the tribe, eliciting a mix of awe and trepidation. Some hailed you and Lorgar as saviors, while others eyed your newfound power over the Ambulls with wary glances. However, as Lorgar's gentle nature and playful demeanor charmed more hearts with each passing day, the tribe's skepticism began to wane.
The spirits' blessings proved instrumental in quelling unrest. Raheem, the tribal shaman, performed rituals to honor the spirits and seek their guidance, ensuring that your bond with the Ambulls was perceived as a divine boon. The spirits' presence was palpable, particularly when Lorgar was near, indicating their approval of the child.
Lorgar himself became a beacon of light within the tribe. His infectious laughter and insatiable curiosity brought joy to all. He wandered the camp, his tiny hands exploring the world around him, his eyes brimming with wonder.
As time passed, the tribe embraced Lorgar as one of their own. He was no longer an outsider but a cherished member, a child blessed by the spirits. Fear and suspicion dissipated, replaced by hope and unity. You and Lorgar were welcomed with open arms, integrating into the tribe seamlessly.
Yet, as you observed Lorgar in the scorching desert dunes, a sense of unease crept over you. Despite the blistering heat and relentless sun, neither of you showed any signs of discomfort. The desert's harsh conditions seemed inconsequential, as if nature itself bent to your will.
Watching Lorgar play, his laughter a melody in the desert's silence, you couldn't ignore the strangeness of your resilience. You vowed to keep a vigilant watch, wary of the implications of your immunity to the desert's wrath.
Adding to the mystery was Lorgar's rapid growth. In mere days, he had transformed into a small child, a remarkable growth. But most intriguing was his ability to channel the spirits, a gift that had brought you to this desolate place, seeking answers and guidance.
You watched as Lorgar knelt in the sand, his eyes closed in concentration. Around him, the air shimmered with a faint, ethereal glow, a sign of the spirits' presence. It was as if he had a natural affinity for them, a connection that ran deep within his very being.
As you watched, a small dust devil formed nearby, swirling gently before dissipating into nothingness. Lorgar opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips as he stood up, dusting off his hands.
Lorgar's ability was unlike anything you had ever seen, a gift that held immense potential. But with that potential came great danger, for the spirits were unpredictable and often fickle in their ways.
"We must be cautious, Lorgar," you cautioned, your voice firm as you placed a hand on his shoulder. "The spirits are powerful allies, but they can also be dangerous if not respected."
Lorgar nodded, his eyes serious, showing his understanding.
With a deep breath, you began the incantation, your voice echoing across the sands, calling upon the ancient spirits for guidance. The air around you shimmered with energy, a sign that the spirits were listening.
As the ritual unfolded, a shift in the air signaled the presence of the spirits. Ancient and powerful, they had answered your call, ready to bestow their wisdom upon you.
The tribe faced a dire challenge: water was scarce in the arid land. The spirits whispered of a sorcery that could bring rain to the barren land.
Determined to find a solution, you beseeched the spirits to teach you their secrets. They agreed, but only if you could prove yourself worthy. Thus began your tutelage in the Sorcery of weather manipulation.
The spirits spoke in riddles and rhymes, their words as elusive as the desert wind. They taught you the ancient chants, the gestures of power, and the ways to call forth the clouds. Each lesson was a trial, testing your will and understanding.
Despite the challenges, you persisted, practicing tirelessly, your determination unwavering. All the while, you kept a watchful eye on Lorgar, who played and explored, a child of the desert in every way that mattered.
Hours turned into days and finally, one fateful day, as you stood atop a dune, the winds shifted, the clouds gathered, and a single drop of rain fell upon your face.
It was a sign, a promise of success. With renewed determination, you continued your studies, delving deeper into the mysteries of the Sorcery. And finally, after many trials and tribulations, you succeeded.
The skies opened up, unleashing a torrential downpour upon the parched land. The earth drank greedily, and the tribe rejoiced. But your journey was far from over.
In the aftermath of the successful rainstorm, as the desert seemed to sigh in relief, the air cooling as the thirsty earth soaked up the precious water, a spirit, ethereal and radiant, approached you. It spoke, its voice like a gentle breeze carrying wisdom from ages past.
"In reverence, you tread the desert sands, your respect for the land, a noble stance. The spirit's voice, a gentle breeze, expands, echoing wisdom, offering a chance. Your respect for the land we commend, answers to your questions, we have found, for showing such care, we now extend."
You nodded, curious but not questioning the unexpected boon.
"Great spirits of the desert," you intoned, your voice carrying across the dunes, "we seek your wisdom regarding this child, Lorgar. What is his destiny? What path shall he walk?"
The spirits' reply was immediate.
"In the heart of the desert, a child awakens, a godchild beloved of order. Destined for greatness, he is holy, a bridge between worlds, channeling spirits and gods with ease. A beacon of light, his gifts many, his potential vast. With our guidance, he shall flourish, a leader, a healer, a bringer of light."
You listened, captivated by their words, but a seed of doubt gnawed at your mind. Was it right to impose such a destiny upon Lorgar? Should he not be allowed to choose his own path, free from the expectations of others?
Interrupting the spirits, you spoke with a firm resolve. "Let Lorgar choose his own path," you declared, your voice cutting through the ethereal chorus. "Do not burden him with the weight of prophecy or destiny. Let him decide his fate."
To your surprise, the spirits fell silent, their luminous forms shimmering with contemplation. After a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, they spoke, their voices soft and solemn.
"In wisdom's light, the Prince spoke, no will of ours shall bind or cloak. Free is Lorgar, to choose his way, in heart and mind, by night and day. No imposition shall he bear, no burden of fate, no binding snare. Guided by his own true voice, he'll make his path, his own choice. In heart and mind, his journey starts, unfolding tales, uncharted charts. No chains of destiny shall bind, for in his soul, true freedom finds."
Noticing that the Spirits were surprisingly forthcoming, your thoughts then turn towards the mystery of the golden metal that had protected Lorgar when he came crashing down on top of the Ambull. With a deep breath, you took out a small fragment and called out your next question.
"What is the nature of this golden metal?" you asked, your voice carrying the weight of curiosity.
The spirits' voices echoed in your mind, their response filled with cryptic poetry. "The metal burns with the light of order, forged with ichor, anathema to chaos."
Their words sparked a realization within you. The metal, imbued with the essence of order and crafted with divine ichor, held a profound significance. But there was something more, an inkling of potential yet untapped.
"It feels incomplete," you murmured, more to yourself than to the spirits. "As if it could be... more."
The spirits' response was unsurprisingly cryptic. "In fate's forge, all is forged anew, within the flames, seek what is true. The metal's purpose, hidden deep, unveiled in secrets, it shall keep."
The Spirits pause before continuing. "You have asked two questions, and three more we'll evoke. Ask of us what you will, seeker of the sands, we'll share our wisdom, as fate demands."
GAIN:
Sorcery: Weather Manipulation.
Tribe's water problem has been stopped for now. But this is just a stopgap solution but has done MUCH to endear the tribe to your vision.
Tribe Loyalty: Set to Max.
CHOICE:
You have three more Questions to ask the Spirits. They do not have the answers to everything but you never know until you try. The questions cannot be "Stored" and you need to ask now.
[] Write in Questions: (Max of 3)
[] Skip the Questions. You have no more.
NO PLAN VOTES
[X] Where are the most significant cashes of Archeo-technology on Colchis?
This is instrumental to recovering that Man of Stone and just teching up in general
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
Important in principle since our advantage is sorcerous so it would be good to know if there are any who can counter us... and also OOC they are likely to give us some hints of the Chaos Gods
[X] Where did Lorgar come from?
This is probably the weakest one on there, but it might give us a hint that Lorgar was thrown though the Warp and this that someone might be looking for him.
This is instrumental to recovering that Man of Stone and just teching up in general
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
Important in principle since our advantage is sorcerous so it would be good to know if there are any who can counter us... and also OOC they are likely to give us some hints of the Chaos Gods
[X] Where did Lorgar come from?
This is probably the weakest one on there, but it might give us a hint that Lorgar was thrown though the Warp and this that someone might be looking for him.
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- Location
- Someplace Somewhere
Nevermind DragonParadox pretty much got what I wanted in questions.
[X] Where are the most significant cashes of Archeo-technology on Colchis?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where did Lorgar come from?
[X] Where are the most significant cashes of Archeo-technology on Colchis?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where did Lorgar come from?
[X] Where are the most significant cashes of Archeo-technology on Colchis?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where did Lorgar come from?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where did Lorgar come from?
[X] Where are the most significant cashes of Archeo-technology on Colchis?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] What sorts of if any resistance will we face in our attempt to settle the Wound ?
Building a proper settlement and a city location that can be turned into somewhere that we can grow into and around to challenge all the other tribes is deeply important to actually taking advantage of both our sorcery and the Archeo technology never mind reconstituting the men of Stone.
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] What sorts of if any resistance will we face in our attempt to settle the Wound ?
Building a proper settlement and a city location that can be turned into somewhere that we can grow into and around to challenge all the other tribes is deeply important to actually taking advantage of both our sorcery and the Archeo technology never mind reconstituting the men of Stone.
[x] Which significant tribes and persons of interest are most likely to become our allies?
[x] What are most significant immediate threats to us?
Here are some questions that might be a little bit more immediately relevant to conquest of Colchis. Do tell me if the wording is awkward.
[x] What are most significant immediate threats to us?
Here are some questions that might be a little bit more immediately relevant to conquest of Colchis. Do tell me if the wording is awkward.
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I'm not sure the spirits would know the former, they are rather inhuman and remote and as for the latter they might well just answer something obvious like the Covenant.
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
I will be "translating" the questions so no worries on the grammar.
- Location
- Reno Nv
[X] Where are the most significant cashes of Archeo-technology on Colchis?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where did Lorgar come from?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where did Lorgar come from?
Spirits are at least certain to know other characters affiliated with or strongly opposed to the spirits, and fairly likely to know those who command significant military or cultural power, or those who possess significant quantities of archeotech. Which is something "caches" question prolly doesn't cover, btw.
Inhuman, not stupid. Yes, "Covenant, duh" is likely to be a part of the answer, but not all of it.
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[X] Where are the most significant cashes of Archeo-technology on Colchis?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where among the Covenant could vital resource be found for settling in the wound?
We have years before the Emperor gets here. Focus on the current goals of getting a proper settlement going.
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where among the Covenant could vital resource be found for settling in the wound?
We have years before the Emperor gets here. Focus on the current goals of getting a proper settlement going.
[X] Where are the most significant cashes of Archeo-technology on Colchis?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where did Lorgar come from?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where did Lorgar come from?
[X] Where are the most significant cashes of Archeo-technology on Colchis?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where did Lorgar come from?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where did Lorgar come from?
- Pronouns
- Zack
[X] Where are the most significant cashes of Archeo-technology on Colchis?
[X] What sorts of if any resistance will we face in our attempt to settle the Wound ?
[x] What are most significant immediate threats to us?
[X] What sorts of if any resistance will we face in our attempt to settle the Wound ?
[x] What are most significant immediate threats to us?
[X] Where are the most significant cashes of Archeo-technology on Colchis?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] What sorts of if any resistance will we face in our attempt to settle the Wound ?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] What sorts of if any resistance will we face in our attempt to settle the Wound ?
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
Is the idea here to raid the Covenant before they can raid us?
Pretty much they are chaos worshipers in the end. Any decent stockpile of reagents and useful thing they might have storied away for ritual, sacrifices etc. Better we use the stuff them them.
of course not the ideas is to "reposes" and "reuse" . Their resources that aren't really the convent. No their raiders who just happened to have all this loot!
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
[X] Where are the most significant cashes of Archeo-technology on Colchis?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where among the Covenant could vital resource be found for settling in the wound?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where among the Covenant could vital resource be found for settling in the wound?
- Location
- Arcadia
Well, it is up to Lorgar to choose his path, then. Who knows? He might eventually choose the path that the spirits originally predicted. Given that Lorgar's Mythos is being significantly influenced by a Defiler Infernal Exalted, though, it is anyone's guess what his path will be.
As it is, though, based upon what Lorgar has displayed thus far, one can certainly envision him having very fascinating philosophical discussions with Magnus in the future.
Hm, one wonders how Fan Morgal achieving ascension as a Devil Tiger, complete with his own hierarchy of souls, will affect and influence Lorgar. The results will certainly be intriguing to observe. One imagines that it would also be a source of great envy for the other Primarchs where their parental figures are concerned as well, no matter how much those other Primarchs might loathe Fan Morgal.
As it is, though, based upon what Lorgar has displayed thus far, one can certainly envision him having very fascinating philosophical discussions with Magnus in the future.
Hm, one wonders how Fan Morgal achieving ascension as a Devil Tiger, complete with his own hierarchy of souls, will affect and influence Lorgar. The results will certainly be intriguing to observe. One imagines that it would also be a source of great envy for the other Primarchs where their parental figures are concerned as well, no matter how much those other Primarchs might loathe Fan Morgal.
[X] Where are the most significant cashes of Archeo-technology on Colchis?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where among the Covenant could vital resource be found for settling in the wound?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where among the Covenant could vital resource be found for settling in the wound?
- Location
- California
[X] Where are the most significant cashes of Archeo-technology on Colchis?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where did Lorgar come from?
[X] What if any spirits serve the Covenant, our foes?
[X] Where did Lorgar come from?
