Session 25
- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
So, some choice quotes from last night's Kerisgame.
Urgh, @EarthScorpion must have been planning this for months, the bastard. It's probably half the reason he put Sasi in An Teng in the first place.
HATE.
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Why is this? Well, because that 'Her' is someone I know rather well. We both do, in fact. We designed her.Aleph said:
Urgh, @EarthScorpion must have been planning this for months, the bastard. It's probably half the reason he put Sasi in An Teng in the first place.
HATE.
The Seer Mourned in Ashen Veils and Crimson Draperies (Mourning Seer), the Voice of the Neverborn, the Whisperer in Dead Cities
Supernatural Type: Once Eclipse Caste Solar, now Deathlord, servant of He Who Holds In Thrall. Enlightenment 8-10.
Description: First Age Eclipse-caste Solar ghost. Broken!Deathlord!Kiri, who loved the Eye, and became a Deathlord when he did. She basically has three modes. There's the Mourner, who's pathetic, treats her sole Abyssal; Bitterness, as her only friend, tries to be nice to the Nephwracks, and pines over the Eye (sometimes sending him Whispers-filled gifts). There's the Mumbler, who's the Mouth of the Neverborn, and who spouts Whispers-filled gibberish and absently writes down Social-attack laden ramblings on Oblivion and the Void, which her Spectres pick up and take to the surface and leave for people to find. And finally there's the Murderer, who's the terrifying Hands of the Neverborn, and who Bitterness has invested massively in Abyssal Stealth to avoid.
Backstory: Mikari Aitchi was, by the standards of the First Age Solars, relatively innocuous. Exalted as an Eclipse after she found the embezzlement being carried out by a senior Dragonblood, and confronted him in public, just prior to the Time of Cascading Years, she faded into the background in the Second Deliberative. There are Eclipses who are swashbuckling heroes; she was not one of them. A soft-spoken bureaucrat, fond of languages (she always regretted being born after the Directional Tongues were created), her Flaw was that she avoided confrontation. She voted for Wyldhand, because she felt she owed its supporters her vote. Her prefecture was quiet, and well organised, and its population were encouraged to be literate; she was one of the foremost writers of novels in the Old Realm. She quietly disliked what other Solars were doing; she just didn't say anything in public. Her Lunar mate, a Full Moon, was fond of violence and conflict, and she quite happily supported him in his efforts in the military, and voted for military expansions so he would be happy, even though privately she was convinced that the Deliberative had quite enough weapons and the strength always lay in its Exalts, not in their toys. One of her greatest regrets was that she developed a somewhat amorous, somewhat maternal affection for the Solar who was to become the Eye and Seven Despairs, and his sudden suicide shocked her to her bones. She was coming to the realisation that something had to change, when the Usurpation happened, and she died, gunned down by Essence blasts before even making it out of the hall.
Weapons: Oh god what. Only the Murderer fights, but she's terrifying. Occasionally uses weapons, forged from nephwracks or hekatonkhires and Labyrinth ore, but more commonly just uses her bare hands and feet to crush anything that stands in her way.
Physical Appearance: Depends on which mode she's in. The Mourner is an earnest-looking, hopeful woman who looks relatively normal - pale and gaunt, but not too unnatural - until you see the black, sucking voids where her eyes should be, and the black, rotting thing that is her tongue. The Mumbler is a slumped, huddled heap of rags on her throne, staring blankly ahead, face even paler than normal. And the Murderer is an explosive, terrifyingly powerful force of destruction that rips apart any defence you try to offer, smashing you into submission with brutal fists and wailing, screaming Artifacts hewn from nephwrack soulsteel and Labyrinth ore.
Notes: She's very much what the Neverborn think a proper servant should be like. Except for the part where she's not actually capable of doing very much. They're still working on finding that fine balance in that respect. She was only allowed a single Daybreak Exaltation; Bitterness, who's sort of like an abuse victim. She keeps on coming back whenever Creation rejects her and another attempt to break away goes wrong, and the Seer smiles at her and is nice to her and the Essence flows feel right, and the Mourner seems so happy to have her back. Technically, though, she also has Weeping Raiton, who listens to the Whispers N/A of her mistress, and takes them to the other Deathlords. Her ghost-city is crawling with spectres and nephwracks, whose Whispers steadily rise in the atmosphere of dark murmuring she creates around herself until they hit maximum. The Mumbler writes down her babblings and leaves them lying around, and messenger-spectres take it upon themselves to spread her words - she doesn't even realise they're doing it, often. She just writes down her visions, absent-mindedly discards her scribblings everywhere, and the spectres "interpret her orders" to carry her Whispers-laden social attacks up to the surface, where they drive men mad and lead women to ritually kill their entire families in despair. She still loves the Eye, but can't tell him because of what the Neverborn did to her. They scream into her mind and she babbles their prophecies rather than stutter, and they vivisected her capacity to tell him of the love while tainting it so she can only love death and the dead. She has a distressing tendency to occasionally produce powerful Artefacts that a) have a distinct "Labyrinth" air to them, b) tend to increase your Whispers rating as long as you're attuned to them and most annoyingly c) are too useful not to use for the first two reasons. Some of them are the equivalent of hellstriders, with hecatonkhires bound to warstriders of labyrinth ore. Bitterness piloted one once, and has refused to ever again. Weeping Raiton took one for her personal use; no-one knows where she keeps it. Below the city, she's been building her latest thing, in fits of possessed madness. It's... basically Walpurgisnacht. It emergea from a Shadowland, does its thing, and when it's done, a small shadowland is a much larger one.
Supernatural Type: Once Eclipse Caste Solar, now Deathlord, servant of He Who Holds In Thrall. Enlightenment 8-10.
Description: First Age Eclipse-caste Solar ghost. Broken!Deathlord!Kiri, who loved the Eye, and became a Deathlord when he did. She basically has three modes. There's the Mourner, who's pathetic, treats her sole Abyssal; Bitterness, as her only friend, tries to be nice to the Nephwracks, and pines over the Eye (sometimes sending him Whispers-filled gifts). There's the Mumbler, who's the Mouth of the Neverborn, and who spouts Whispers-filled gibberish and absently writes down Social-attack laden ramblings on Oblivion and the Void, which her Spectres pick up and take to the surface and leave for people to find. And finally there's the Murderer, who's the terrifying Hands of the Neverborn, and who Bitterness has invested massively in Abyssal Stealth to avoid.
Backstory: Mikari Aitchi was, by the standards of the First Age Solars, relatively innocuous. Exalted as an Eclipse after she found the embezzlement being carried out by a senior Dragonblood, and confronted him in public, just prior to the Time of Cascading Years, she faded into the background in the Second Deliberative. There are Eclipses who are swashbuckling heroes; she was not one of them. A soft-spoken bureaucrat, fond of languages (she always regretted being born after the Directional Tongues were created), her Flaw was that she avoided confrontation. She voted for Wyldhand, because she felt she owed its supporters her vote. Her prefecture was quiet, and well organised, and its population were encouraged to be literate; she was one of the foremost writers of novels in the Old Realm. She quietly disliked what other Solars were doing; she just didn't say anything in public. Her Lunar mate, a Full Moon, was fond of violence and conflict, and she quite happily supported him in his efforts in the military, and voted for military expansions so he would be happy, even though privately she was convinced that the Deliberative had quite enough weapons and the strength always lay in its Exalts, not in their toys. One of her greatest regrets was that she developed a somewhat amorous, somewhat maternal affection for the Solar who was to become the Eye and Seven Despairs, and his sudden suicide shocked her to her bones. She was coming to the realisation that something had to change, when the Usurpation happened, and she died, gunned down by Essence blasts before even making it out of the hall.
Weapons: Oh god what. Only the Murderer fights, but she's terrifying. Occasionally uses weapons, forged from nephwracks or hekatonkhires and Labyrinth ore, but more commonly just uses her bare hands and feet to crush anything that stands in her way.
Physical Appearance: Depends on which mode she's in. The Mourner is an earnest-looking, hopeful woman who looks relatively normal - pale and gaunt, but not too unnatural - until you see the black, sucking voids where her eyes should be, and the black, rotting thing that is her tongue. The Mumbler is a slumped, huddled heap of rags on her throne, staring blankly ahead, face even paler than normal. And the Murderer is an explosive, terrifyingly powerful force of destruction that rips apart any defence you try to offer, smashing you into submission with brutal fists and wailing, screaming Artifacts hewn from nephwrack soulsteel and Labyrinth ore.
Notes: She's very much what the Neverborn think a proper servant should be like. Except for the part where she's not actually capable of doing very much. They're still working on finding that fine balance in that respect. She was only allowed a single Daybreak Exaltation; Bitterness, who's sort of like an abuse victim. She keeps on coming back whenever Creation rejects her and another attempt to break away goes wrong, and the Seer smiles at her and is nice to her and the Essence flows feel right, and the Mourner seems so happy to have her back. Technically, though, she also has Weeping Raiton, who listens to the Whispers N/A of her mistress, and takes them to the other Deathlords. Her ghost-city is crawling with spectres and nephwracks, whose Whispers steadily rise in the atmosphere of dark murmuring she creates around herself until they hit maximum. The Mumbler writes down her babblings and leaves them lying around, and messenger-spectres take it upon themselves to spread her words - she doesn't even realise they're doing it, often. She just writes down her visions, absent-mindedly discards her scribblings everywhere, and the spectres "interpret her orders" to carry her Whispers-laden social attacks up to the surface, where they drive men mad and lead women to ritually kill their entire families in despair. She still loves the Eye, but can't tell him because of what the Neverborn did to her. They scream into her mind and she babbles their prophecies rather than stutter, and they vivisected her capacity to tell him of the love while tainting it so she can only love death and the dead. She has a distressing tendency to occasionally produce powerful Artefacts that a) have a distinct "Labyrinth" air to them, b) tend to increase your Whispers rating as long as you're attuned to them and most annoyingly c) are too useful not to use for the first two reasons. Some of them are the equivalent of hellstriders, with hecatonkhires bound to warstriders of labyrinth ore. Bitterness piloted one once, and has refused to ever again. Weeping Raiton took one for her personal use; no-one knows where she keeps it. Below the city, she's been building her latest thing, in fits of possessed madness. It's... basically Walpurgisnacht. It emergea from a Shadowland, does its thing, and when it's done, a small shadowland is a much larger one.
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