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- Bretonnia
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- He/Him
[X] The rickety walkway, with any misstep threatening to send either of you plunging into the water below
I have it written, I was just going to drop it in after the prologue since I wanted to formally introduce certain things beforehand, but I can look it over and post it up sooner than that, honestly.Also, would it be possible for us to get a "stat block" for Grace similar to the one we had for Ambraea that describes the things she is good at, her allies and unique skills (like her being able to use Avoidance for example)
*LOUD INFO COMMERCIAL*Rika screams in pain and surprise, and the golden spear drops to the ground with a clatter. She's immobilised and defenseless as the indistinct shapes up above step forward into sight, and send at least five arrows into her chest.
Look, after all the craft charms and spells, she could have taken an Ox-Body, or she could have taken Thousand Courtesan Ways.*LOUD INFO COMMERCIAL*
Folks this is what happens when you don't buy Ox-Bodies!
Twilight in the corner: But I'm a sorcerer!
*EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*
Incorrect! One day someone is gonna match your parry and what the heck will happen?!
*NEW SHEETS FALL FROM THE CEILING*
That's right, reroll time! If you want to prevent this from happening again. Your health levels needs to be thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis big.
-0 (6)
-1 (7)
-2 (7)
-4 (1)
Truly a classic Twilight moment, probably spent the first twenty minutes of the session crafting while the table heckled her the entire time. Throws an entire presence pool at a random baker cause their slightly suspicious. Only to be surprised that it in fact was just a random baker.Look, after all the craft charms and spells, she could have taken an Ox-Body, or she could have taken Thousand Courtesan Ways.
I think we know what Rika's choice was.
Wait a second.Before he can finish, a woman leaps up from the surface of the water, flinging herself into the air with the agility of a dolphin. A sorcerous whip formed of something dark and liquid uncoils from one of her hands, extends nearly ten feet, and wraps around the halt of Chalus's axe.
That's Maia!!It's at this point that Maia makes her move. As injured as she is, one hand still clapped over her throat, she's been carefully watching the exchange of blows between the two of you, slowly moving into position, timing her next move precisely, as if she doesn't expect to get a second chance at it. Now, with the Anathema poisoned, blinded, and doubled over in pain, she takes her hand from her throat, grips her blood lash in both hands, and whirls it savagely through the air. You see now that the blood dripping between her fingers had flowed down her arm, feeding into the sorcerous weapon, making it grow longer and more lethal. In midair, its barbed tip splits wide into a yawning, needle-toothed maw, and it clamps down mercilessly on the side of the Anathema's throat.
Late Last Daughter had Maia meet her grandma in the presence of a Sidereal. (She treated him respectful but did not know who he was)That's Maia!!
Now the only question is, has Grace already aligned with Ambraea or is Maia here as an assassin in service of house Peleps?
Good point. There were suspicions of him being a particular bronze faction Sidereal following that update.Late Last Daughter had Maia meet her grandma in the presence of a Sidereal. (She treated him respectful but did not know who he was)
So Maia may be here on "told to do so by grandma" business.
I still love how somehow you keep making every batch of Solars as reprehensible as the last, with any positive qualities they might have being completely overridden by their searing hatred of the biggest dog around and their love for murdering untold innocent, uninvolved commoners who just happened to occupy the same grid square as the thing they hate so much, or that it would be convenient to murder this peasant village to get cheap, expendable zombie chaff to strike at their tormentors for.
I'm not doing a bit, I'm genuinely appreciative of the fact that you're not going from the perspective of "The Wyld Hunt is objectively wrong in every way, shape, or form, and falls apart at the slightest application of critical thinking." that Second Edition loved so much. An institution like this wouldn't have lasted this long and become so universal in a setting full of super-people like this if it didn't have a damn good point backed by regular bouts of Hard Evidence, where a Solar popping up--or Dragons forfend a Circle--usually leads to an insane amount of uninvolved people dying as they're positioned like pawns on a board and expended in the clash to stop them before they become too strong.
Yeah, not all Solars/Lunars/others are Pure Evil, demons given form who'll burn the world to slake their own personal bugbears, but an uncomfortably large number of them are pretty damn callous, and the ones who get followed by the narrative portions are the exception rather than the rule.
The propaganda works because it's amplifying an actual truth, not because it's pure bullshit but everyone believes it anyway. Solars are bad news for anyone who isn't part of their In-Group.