@DragonParadox, can you tell us what Lya was going for?

Because this:

Is the interpretation of the Arcanums that the majority of us thought we'd be getting and that Lya would be aiming for.

This was indeed what Lya was going for , though like any good experiment pushing the boundaries of science (or magic) it is not exactly what she is going to get. Writing the interlude now which will answer all the most pressing questions.
 
This was indeed what Lya was going for , though like any good experiment pushing the boundaries of science (or magic) it is not exactly what she is going to get. Writing the interlude now which will answer all the most pressing questions.
@DragonParadox, in that case this should be considered a test run where Lya sees where she went wrong and everything. Future Arcanums should have a refined design that work exactly the way Lya wants them to.

It would be seriously OOC if Lya found a flaw in the Arcanums, then proceeded to not fix the flaw in future models.
 
@DragonParadox, in that case this should be considered a test run where Lya sees where she went wrong and everything. Future Arcanums should have a refined design that work exactly the way Lya wants them to.

It would be seriously OOC if Lya found a flaw in the Arcanums, then proceeded to not fix the flaw in future models.

That doesn't fix this.

This is already too much of a problem to deal with.

First Arcanum is either too broken or too whole.

Her subsequent Sisters will be altered to be "fixed" or "lobotomised" depending on the above.

And there will always be the drama resulting from the differences between first Lya, first Arcanum and subsequent Arcanums.

Unnecessary interparty issues welcome to the thread once again.
 
Interlude CXC: The Soul's Gift
The Soul's Gift

Twelfth Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC

She awoke abruptly, a strange ringing that was almost words in her ears, which was odd as she did not recall going to sleep. Instinctively she kept her eyes closed, though she had a sense someone was talking to her... or about her.

"...all right.... hurt..."

The last thing she recalled was placing her hand on the heart-stone and spoke the spells of binding, spells she could not remember... oh. The realization of what she was drew a gasp from her.

...she should be awake....

More words she was not listening to, for in that gasp she felt the power of the air more closely then she had ever... no then she ever recalled doing. There was magic in the soft whisper of every breath in the rush of blood in her veins. The pull of the memories became less, not fading but more being covered, like a trellis covered by vines.

Eyes that had never beheld the world in truth snapped open, lips that had never uttered a single word spoke: "I am not calling you mommy!" Then there came another first... a giggle.

"I would not insist upon it, Mercy," a voice like yet unlike her own spoke, tight with some emotion she could not identify. Pride, fear, hope, all things she had a name for, all things that she remembered yet which she had never felt.

Mercy... she liked that name... it fit. Some part of the young woman knew that decision had not been wholly hers, but it was not her nature to stumble over things but instead to flow over them. Air to flow and life to grow...

She rose and looked around the faces who had come to assist her birth: Her maker was one looking at her as though she was a riddle to unravel, with excitement, with dread, but also with hope, then there was Dany standing a little back as though to give her space, Vee's honest gaze asking a single sharp question: friend or foe? And then there was Viserys...

"Come on you've spent enough time down here in the dark. Time to feel the wind," he said with a slightly awkward smile that made Mercy feel a little wistful for a time she had not lived.

"I am the wind," she sniffed dramatically. The smiles that greeted her little jest were nice.

And so boldly the young woman called by her maker "Mercy of the Soul" stepped into the light and all about her were sights and sounds a once familiar and strange: the voices of merchants haggling, the the braying of beasts and he creak of wagon wheels, a whole new world just for her, to see through eyes unlike any that had ever beheld it.

"I think I'm going to like it here," Mercy said to the one from whose thoughts and sorcery she sprung.

"Thank you," Lya answered softly, the words carrying nuances of meaning that none beside the two of them could know.

"Come on," Dany called tugging at her hand. "I want to see Malarys' face when he sees you."

Though she knew at least part of the childish excitement was an act Mercy let herself be dragged along, after all it did sound like fun.

OOC: And here is your answer. There is going to be some sadness and some disconnect, but it is not going to define who Mercy is, not with the lores you chose to layer on her. Now if you chose something like Negative energy and evil the perspective would have been less pleasant, still not treasonous, but certainly not happy.
 
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A WHOOOOLE NEEEEW WOOOOORLD...

Yeah, this is about what I expected from the interlude. The lores especially play a large part on how the being just sprung to life would interpret the world, falling back on their immediacy and intrinsic connection to those lores by which they would process their connections to others.

Still horrible... but it could be worse.
 
Can we make adjustments for future Arcanums?

This went decently, but it's far from optimal.
Aradia would be acceptable under these circumstances too, but no reason not to try and make her a bit more distinctly herself and use less and less clear memories from Lya.
 
Can we make adjustments for future Arcanums?

This went decently, but it's far from optimal.
Aradia would be acceptable under these circumstances too, but no reason not to try and make her a bit more distinctly herself and use less and less clear memories from Lya.

And Mercy deals with being the defective and broken prototype how exactly?

We can't fix these...people, because to fix one means the other is wrong in some way, and as living thinking people that's fucked up to imply, in front of them, every day.
 
She rose and looked around the faces who had come to assist her birth: Her maker was one looking at her as though she was a riddle to unravel, with excitement, with dread, but also with hope, then there was Dany standing a little back as though to give her space, Vee's honest gaze asking a single sharp question: friend or foe? And then there was Viserys...

Also this.
 
I think another point to reinforce here is that this is out and out Mad Science, capital letters intended.

Ethics are checked at the door and picked up on the way out... if at all.
 
And Mercy deals with being the defective and broken prototype how exactly?

We can't fix these...people, because to fix one means the other is wrong in some way, and as living thinking people that's fucked up to imply, in front of them, every day.
No, the current model works out for Mercy because she is by nature both inclined to change and a person who tends not to linger on the past.

Future Arcanums with other influences will deal less well with the current methods.

Mercy will grow to be more distinctly herself in time.
I don't want to change Mercy, but improve the process for future Arcanums who'd deal less well with this start.
 
It's Lya's nature to experiment. Why wouldn't that be true for Arcanums? And why wouldn't the Arcanums understand that?
 
Making artificial people when you know ahead of time that they will resent you is not morally questionable, but plain retarded.

That's the darkest pit of Stupid Evil.

Well a hypothetical evil/negative energy arcanum would certainly start out resentful, it could hardly be otherwise when combining selfishness and nihilism, but you could work to change that though the way you treated them.
 
Before you guys panic, there is no deep dark obsession there. Just a sort of wistfulness that is a part of a greater whole. For instance she might regret being unable to learn new spells as much or more than being loved and in love with Viserys.

Yeah, that's kind of worse. For her anyway.

This is really fucking horrifying, and I really wish Lya would have got some insight into the nature of this existence before forcing it on...herself.

Er... why? It would certainly be more morally questionable, but that can be said about a lot of potential choices in this quest.

Artemis1992 is right in the sense that she's probably most likely to take this well, it'd still be outright Evil to make another of her, let alone someone who isn't on magical happiness and get-the-fuck-over-it steroids, if that indeed makes it better at all.
 
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Very little dragon in there, eh? Could be pure elementalist if not for the Metabreath line.

Yeah, @Goldfish, TNE raises a valid point. I didn't comment on it because I was at work at the time, but your class is kind of lacking thematically.

Eh, it was just something I typed up because I couldn't go to sleep. Would definitely need tweaking before use, including making it more thematically appropriate. That's something I've advocated the entire quest, making choices which make a certain thematic sense, rather than just being cool or useful.

I like your version, TNE, except for the 6th level you tacked on. Why not just make it a five level progression and then we can start on a new Epic PrC upon reaching 20th level?
 
Yet another morning that I could not participate in vote discussions because I was too tired to put off sleep and the last and first updates were both interludes on top of that...

Sorry guys. Toooo sleepy. My usual level of involvement might be dropping off because my sleep schedule is almost half-way "normal", or at least semi-regulated. I've only been able to participate in the last vote or last two votes because of that, and then the day discussions. :(

Luckily I don't expect to progress too far into BR questline today, and we have errands to run on the way up North regardless.

Edit: Actually, we still have to do Oberyn, which could take up the day by itself, depending on how it goes.

Edit2: That was an unfortunate choice of words...
 
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