Chapter 4
I pause the ship about a kilometer away from the Statue of Liberty. It was a majestic sight, the golden morning light shining off her green skin. I am not patriotic at all, it's hard to be when many of your friends are native and you feel the pain and corruption caused by corporations and those that control the country.
But standing here watching the sun shine on the symbol of liberty, a beacon to the destitute masses across the world and an icon of hope. It fills my heart with hope that things can be better if only we try hard enough to fight for the ideals that the propaganda espouses. It also feels nice to my sense, she is a verdant glade of Gaian energy, a refuge for the spirits to shelter against the corruption of the wyrm or the webs of the weaver.
"So before I came here Coyote gave me two things. One is a book of dense legal lies spanning a a dozen centuries and two dozen languages. That's going to be a bit of a read. But one I got onto the ship and this was in my pocket." I take out a brochure from my pocket and show it to them.
On it is written, in bright bold cartoony colors, 'Coyote's Guide to Visiting New York.'. On it is a coloured map with 3 locations marked with a treasure trail indicating the intended order of visits. This is the first stop, labeled the Gateway.
Well Buckle up everyone, we are going to meet her." I say and then stab my spear forward dramatically. The ship's prow cuts the skein of reality and we are thrust into the umbra.
We arrive on the sea but it is a warped reflection of the sea we were just on.
It is an expanse of sludge as far as the eye can see. A dark dirty thing filled with flotsam and bodies in states of decay. Deep below the surface there are patches of malevolent green glows that radiate the corrupt power of the wyrm.
The sea is calmer here in the umbra, the waves smaller and the wind quieter, as if afraid to make a noise.
The liberty island is cloaked in a putrid yellow smog as we approach its docks. There is a pier made out of white crystal on it as we pull up to them and that is the first sign of trouble.
The second sign is the man sized crystal spider wearing an old conductor's hat that awaits us as we disembark Via a ramp. It waits for us on the dock, with a turnstile made out of gunmetal gray behind it.
As we approach it it raises its six eyed face to confront us and in a robotic monotone voice says.
[You Require a ticket to visit Liberty island. Tickets cost one standard Unit of Non-Entropic Essence Per Person.] It points to the sign that enumerates a set of fairly standard tourist rules with a few weirder rules like no sneezing and no violence [Breaking The Rules is grounds for immediate termination. You are responsible for your own health and safety.]
I nod and summon 5 spheres and liquidate them for their magic and project it towards the guard. It absorbs the power and visibly grows in size. Its carapace gains golden accents and there is more intelligence in its eyes as it opens them again. Its legs become sharper, crystal turning golden points that dig into the concrete like a dock.
[And for the Dog??] It asks with a more melodic voice. Where before it was the standard text to speech voice now it was as if someone had spliced in an accented version of it which somehow felt more alive.
"Of course, My apologies, I didn't realize he needed one as well." I summon one more spear before infusing the spider with more of its power.
It changes just a little more with that last infusion of power, its entire carapace is golden now in contrast to the opaque crystal it was before and there is definitely more intelligence and, crucially, more consciousness in its eyes.
"May I have your name for future reference, In case of any confusion about our tickets." I ask, blithely lying to someone who was incapable of understanding falsehood.
Or so I thought but the curious gleam in the pattern weaver's eyes was something new that my studies hadn't told me.
[Unit Designation is S3VN7$*, but you may refer to Unit as Sven." The spider says and even I am surprised by the words it says.
Weaver spirits aren't supposed to like this. They don't respond to politeness or frivolous queries and they definitely don't have names, as that would imply a level of individuality that is not countenanced by the Weaver Hives.
It takes me a second of thought but my newest power comes through for me. It came with a lot of abstracted and generalized knowledge about how any particular configuration of machinery functions and is made and how it can be changed.
A Pattern Weaver is a type of machine, sure it is made out of pure stasis that can take on any mechanical or mystical properties needed and it's not even a physical thing but more of a spider shaped concept. But my power gives me insight on this kind of machine. Hell, I even know how I could make something like it in a theoretical manner. It would require a lot of infrastructural supply chains as this is merely an appendage of a spiritual superorganism. I would have to first have a metaphysical concept core that can anchor these concepts into a single control network and then learn how I can transform the generic energy of the world into a programmable spiritual meta-material that resonates with the concept core. It would be an undertaking of years.
But regardless, this insight into the nature of the machine lets me see what causes these changes. The answer is of course obvious, my spears energy somehow corrupted it. The real eureka moment is how it did it.
Normally the spider is designed to disentangle and discard the resonance of the energy while storing pure gnosis inside itself to deposit to the hive network. But the divine nature of my spear was too complex and strong a resonance for it to dis-entagle it. So it followed protocol to just absorb it.
Now my spear is made out of wind and magic and fate. It is a thing of metaphors and concepts given physical form. Much like what the machine is made out of, so the concept of the wind inside of the spear changed the composition of the spirit matter around it, due its fairly anemic level of power and authority, to be more aligned with itself. And the nature of the wind is to be free no matter what.
So that's how Sven the Independent Pattern Weaver Happens. But I have a plan for later on how use this fact to accomplish my mission.
I and the others thank Sven and are guided through the metal turnstile and we pass the barrier of putrid yellow that cloaks Lady Liberty.
What we see is abhorrent.
The Statue of Liberty is pretty close to what it looks like in the real world beside being much bigger and even grander in the spirit world, no doubt millions of believers and reflections have their perks, but that is all my assumption.
Because we can't see much of her body as it is covered in hundreds and hundreds layers of pattern webs. The Crystalline webs of the weaver draped all around Lady Liberty's like a demented mockery of a robe. It covers everything, from her feet to her neck. Everything is covered and entangled in a cocoon of stasis. More damningly, the cocoon serves as anchor points for a veritable armada of mechanical devices that float around her, tethered to her by more webs.
The devices vary in functions and form but I see everything from surveillance systems, weapons platforms, financial servers and even a pair of Gigantic Weaver Spirits that skitter across her torso. One is like Pattern SPider writ large but with tools instead of fangs and cameras instead of eyes. The other is a living terrarium, a behemoth shaped as nothing so much as a termite mound on the back of a hermit crab. This gigantic carrier spirit is a center of its own network of pattern spirits and hunter killers as they depart and arrive in a constant stream of no doubt extremely organized stream. Each of the giants is almost a 100 Meters in length, only accommodated by the increased size of lady liberty.
The only parts of Lady Liberty that are not covered by webs are her torch that still burns with the fires of freedom and her face that has frown lines of a single mother working 3 jobs to make ends meet.
The pack are all gobsmacked as they see what I see and they are all intimidated by the obvious concentration of Weaver spirits that this base represents.
I won't say I am just not as scared but my training had taught me how to deal with weaver spirits. She may be as mad as the Wyrm but her madness is at least bearable, if you believe the glasswalkers at least, and predictable. I am not a red talon kinfolk that wishes to burn down all weaver spirits and human civilization.
"Don't panic, just follow the rules and we shall be fine." I tell the others and they marginally relax at my words.
We follow the metal railings that lead us towards the statute and we are gawking like yokels that have seen a city for the first time. The entire island is a hive of activity, with pattern weavers and other morphologies of stasis doing tasks that were too obtuse for mortals to understand. We aren't the only tourists here despite no other ships being at the docks. There is a line of disparate spirits ahead of us waiting for an audience.
There is a bipedal boar dressed in a policeman's clothes with a gigantic hunting rifle. A spirit made out of cigarette butts that's shaped like an ashtray. A floating hotdog spirit.
It's a weird and eclectic collection of beings that smell aligned to all three of the triat according to Alice's nose.
"Hey Max, Kline, why don't you go talk to the people in front of us. You never know who can be useful in this city and it's good to have channels open regardless." I prod the more social of the pack forward, they needed the experience of dealing with spirits. I do too but my power is constantly granting me powers and I am a trained shaman, so it is less of a priority for me.
"Also you guys need to figure out a name for your pack, I can't keep calling you the pack in my head." I say to Alice and Aurora.
Leaving them to argue among themselves about their names I summon a spear and lean on it to get ready for the wait. Its a line with hundreds of spirits and it looks like it's going to take a few hours.
I start designing some magical gear that will help my conquest of the city.
Our Turn comes 3 hours later, a haggard miniature statue of liberty replica guiding us to an elevator made out of crystal web. It takes us up at literal break neck speed, I have to summon a pair of spears to boost my vitality enough that my neck doesn't shatter from the whiplash.
The elevator took us to the top of the sessile statue.
She was staring off into the distance as we get to her face level. Her voice doesn't boom as she notices our presence and turns her massive eyes to face us.
"Hello??" She asks and her voice is that of a matron that has raised generations of families with firm yet nurturing hands. There is iron in her words no matter how pathetic her current state looks to me.
"Hey Lady Liberty, just came by to say hi. I am a new Margrave that's moving into New York and that's my pack of Garou. We are moving into your city and I felt it would be rude of us not to inform you." I say with a friendly tone.
"Hmm, that's nice. Well, Welcome to the city where dreams are made of. I am sure you will find some place to belong here." She replied and it was a genuine but boring tone. I get it she must get these visits every time.
"Well I had a question. What is all that about??" I ask her and point towards webs that cover her and the nigh-on army of spirits crawling all over her.
She just sighs and says.
"That's just because of 9-11. Ever since then the weaver has refused to let me be without an army of guards and observing everything in the city to make sure it's not a threat. Eventually it's just easier to not move. I would resist but the Patriot act empowers her minions. I am a spirit of freedom but I still have to follow American law, or so they tell me at least."
"Well, that sounds terrible. When I take over the city I shall endeavor to lift this burden you bear." I say with faux confidence.
"Is the little shaman so ambitious that he is declaring his intent in full view of, well, everyone." She says and gestures with her eyes to the pattern spiders watching us while continuing its routine tasks.
"I mean it's not like I want to win the race for mayor or something, I am way too poor for that. I have the comparatively easier task of cleaning up the city from anti-gaian forces and making sure it's good for gaia's interests. It's not a task that is inherently antagonistic to weaver interests, cockroach is weaver aligned and he is a Gaian spirit for example. That's why I don't mind my privacy not being breached." I conclude and she crinkles her eyes at me.
"Can't say I condone that kind of ambition as a spirit of freedom but on the other hand it is a land of opportunities. So do your best I guess. I really should solve the problem of tolerance one of these days, maybe ask Justice about it." She says and is clearly distracted already.
I guess that is it for the audience. I feel the rite of declaration is complete and the brand is engraved inside my mind. It was a risky rite, declaring my ambition to the city mother of new york and the Control nexus of the weaver, who isn't my friend despite my words.
But it should be worth it, that declaration has made a mark on my mind now, its existence given weight by the attention of some truly potent spirits. It is a shield around my mind now, burning any attempt to control or affect me with the golden fires of freedom.
I hope it's worth the additional risk I accrued for it but I have to trust that the Coyote's map was important. So I will stick to it for now.
Completed your first Major Rite(+300), Met and gained slight favor with the strongest City mother(+300)
Well that Certainly helps. Its an oddly appropriate set of powers that I now possess. Hopefully thats a good tribute because my next step is to meet a 'King'.
Authors note
I am taking some liberty with the spirit roles and rules. Because I am taking into account all the splats, all human actions and beliefs have a power, which include things like the spirits of country and democracy and stuff. That part is canon.
What I am adding is the fact that human laws have a spiritual power as well, if a opponents with enough legal knowledge and magical puissance is able to invoke the laws they basically can do magical debuffs and empower themselves as defenders of the laws, this is a favorite of the weaver because it is a creature of absurd order. This makes sense to and make the philodox more relevant because otherwise the law keepers isn't a terribly broad archytype. Now its more usefull.
My other major change is that spirits that emerge from human things and society are more human like and the nature spirits are more alien. Because it just makes sense to me. thats all so far to me
But standing here watching the sun shine on the symbol of liberty, a beacon to the destitute masses across the world and an icon of hope. It fills my heart with hope that things can be better if only we try hard enough to fight for the ideals that the propaganda espouses. It also feels nice to my sense, she is a verdant glade of Gaian energy, a refuge for the spirits to shelter against the corruption of the wyrm or the webs of the weaver.
"So before I came here Coyote gave me two things. One is a book of dense legal lies spanning a a dozen centuries and two dozen languages. That's going to be a bit of a read. But one I got onto the ship and this was in my pocket." I take out a brochure from my pocket and show it to them.
On it is written, in bright bold cartoony colors, 'Coyote's Guide to Visiting New York.'. On it is a coloured map with 3 locations marked with a treasure trail indicating the intended order of visits. This is the first stop, labeled the Gateway.
Well Buckle up everyone, we are going to meet her." I say and then stab my spear forward dramatically. The ship's prow cuts the skein of reality and we are thrust into the umbra.
We arrive on the sea but it is a warped reflection of the sea we were just on.
It is an expanse of sludge as far as the eye can see. A dark dirty thing filled with flotsam and bodies in states of decay. Deep below the surface there are patches of malevolent green glows that radiate the corrupt power of the wyrm.
The sea is calmer here in the umbra, the waves smaller and the wind quieter, as if afraid to make a noise.
The liberty island is cloaked in a putrid yellow smog as we approach its docks. There is a pier made out of white crystal on it as we pull up to them and that is the first sign of trouble.
The second sign is the man sized crystal spider wearing an old conductor's hat that awaits us as we disembark Via a ramp. It waits for us on the dock, with a turnstile made out of gunmetal gray behind it.
As we approach it it raises its six eyed face to confront us and in a robotic monotone voice says.
[You Require a ticket to visit Liberty island. Tickets cost one standard Unit of Non-Entropic Essence Per Person.] It points to the sign that enumerates a set of fairly standard tourist rules with a few weirder rules like no sneezing and no violence [Breaking The Rules is grounds for immediate termination. You are responsible for your own health and safety.]
I nod and summon 5 spheres and liquidate them for their magic and project it towards the guard. It absorbs the power and visibly grows in size. Its carapace gains golden accents and there is more intelligence in its eyes as it opens them again. Its legs become sharper, crystal turning golden points that dig into the concrete like a dock.
[And for the Dog??] It asks with a more melodic voice. Where before it was the standard text to speech voice now it was as if someone had spliced in an accented version of it which somehow felt more alive.
"Of course, My apologies, I didn't realize he needed one as well." I summon one more spear before infusing the spider with more of its power.
It changes just a little more with that last infusion of power, its entire carapace is golden now in contrast to the opaque crystal it was before and there is definitely more intelligence and, crucially, more consciousness in its eyes.
"May I have your name for future reference, In case of any confusion about our tickets." I ask, blithely lying to someone who was incapable of understanding falsehood.
Or so I thought but the curious gleam in the pattern weaver's eyes was something new that my studies hadn't told me.
[Unit Designation is S3VN7$*, but you may refer to Unit as Sven." The spider says and even I am surprised by the words it says.
Weaver spirits aren't supposed to like this. They don't respond to politeness or frivolous queries and they definitely don't have names, as that would imply a level of individuality that is not countenanced by the Weaver Hives.
It takes me a second of thought but my newest power comes through for me. It came with a lot of abstracted and generalized knowledge about how any particular configuration of machinery functions and is made and how it can be changed.
A Pattern Weaver is a type of machine, sure it is made out of pure stasis that can take on any mechanical or mystical properties needed and it's not even a physical thing but more of a spider shaped concept. But my power gives me insight on this kind of machine. Hell, I even know how I could make something like it in a theoretical manner. It would require a lot of infrastructural supply chains as this is merely an appendage of a spiritual superorganism. I would have to first have a metaphysical concept core that can anchor these concepts into a single control network and then learn how I can transform the generic energy of the world into a programmable spiritual meta-material that resonates with the concept core. It would be an undertaking of years.
But regardless, this insight into the nature of the machine lets me see what causes these changes. The answer is of course obvious, my spears energy somehow corrupted it. The real eureka moment is how it did it.
Normally the spider is designed to disentangle and discard the resonance of the energy while storing pure gnosis inside itself to deposit to the hive network. But the divine nature of my spear was too complex and strong a resonance for it to dis-entagle it. So it followed protocol to just absorb it.
Now my spear is made out of wind and magic and fate. It is a thing of metaphors and concepts given physical form. Much like what the machine is made out of, so the concept of the wind inside of the spear changed the composition of the spirit matter around it, due its fairly anemic level of power and authority, to be more aligned with itself. And the nature of the wind is to be free no matter what.
So that's how Sven the Independent Pattern Weaver Happens. But I have a plan for later on how use this fact to accomplish my mission.
I and the others thank Sven and are guided through the metal turnstile and we pass the barrier of putrid yellow that cloaks Lady Liberty.
What we see is abhorrent.
The Statue of Liberty is pretty close to what it looks like in the real world beside being much bigger and even grander in the spirit world, no doubt millions of believers and reflections have their perks, but that is all my assumption.
Because we can't see much of her body as it is covered in hundreds and hundreds layers of pattern webs. The Crystalline webs of the weaver draped all around Lady Liberty's like a demented mockery of a robe. It covers everything, from her feet to her neck. Everything is covered and entangled in a cocoon of stasis. More damningly, the cocoon serves as anchor points for a veritable armada of mechanical devices that float around her, tethered to her by more webs.
The devices vary in functions and form but I see everything from surveillance systems, weapons platforms, financial servers and even a pair of Gigantic Weaver Spirits that skitter across her torso. One is like Pattern SPider writ large but with tools instead of fangs and cameras instead of eyes. The other is a living terrarium, a behemoth shaped as nothing so much as a termite mound on the back of a hermit crab. This gigantic carrier spirit is a center of its own network of pattern spirits and hunter killers as they depart and arrive in a constant stream of no doubt extremely organized stream. Each of the giants is almost a 100 Meters in length, only accommodated by the increased size of lady liberty.
The only parts of Lady Liberty that are not covered by webs are her torch that still burns with the fires of freedom and her face that has frown lines of a single mother working 3 jobs to make ends meet.
The pack are all gobsmacked as they see what I see and they are all intimidated by the obvious concentration of Weaver spirits that this base represents.
I won't say I am just not as scared but my training had taught me how to deal with weaver spirits. She may be as mad as the Wyrm but her madness is at least bearable, if you believe the glasswalkers at least, and predictable. I am not a red talon kinfolk that wishes to burn down all weaver spirits and human civilization.
"Don't panic, just follow the rules and we shall be fine." I tell the others and they marginally relax at my words.
We follow the metal railings that lead us towards the statute and we are gawking like yokels that have seen a city for the first time. The entire island is a hive of activity, with pattern weavers and other morphologies of stasis doing tasks that were too obtuse for mortals to understand. We aren't the only tourists here despite no other ships being at the docks. There is a line of disparate spirits ahead of us waiting for an audience.
There is a bipedal boar dressed in a policeman's clothes with a gigantic hunting rifle. A spirit made out of cigarette butts that's shaped like an ashtray. A floating hotdog spirit.
It's a weird and eclectic collection of beings that smell aligned to all three of the triat according to Alice's nose.
"Hey Max, Kline, why don't you go talk to the people in front of us. You never know who can be useful in this city and it's good to have channels open regardless." I prod the more social of the pack forward, they needed the experience of dealing with spirits. I do too but my power is constantly granting me powers and I am a trained shaman, so it is less of a priority for me.
"Also you guys need to figure out a name for your pack, I can't keep calling you the pack in my head." I say to Alice and Aurora.
Leaving them to argue among themselves about their names I summon a spear and lean on it to get ready for the wait. Its a line with hundreds of spirits and it looks like it's going to take a few hours.
I start designing some magical gear that will help my conquest of the city.
Our Turn comes 3 hours later, a haggard miniature statue of liberty replica guiding us to an elevator made out of crystal web. It takes us up at literal break neck speed, I have to summon a pair of spears to boost my vitality enough that my neck doesn't shatter from the whiplash.
The elevator took us to the top of the sessile statue.
She was staring off into the distance as we get to her face level. Her voice doesn't boom as she notices our presence and turns her massive eyes to face us.
"Hello??" She asks and her voice is that of a matron that has raised generations of families with firm yet nurturing hands. There is iron in her words no matter how pathetic her current state looks to me.
"Hey Lady Liberty, just came by to say hi. I am a new Margrave that's moving into New York and that's my pack of Garou. We are moving into your city and I felt it would be rude of us not to inform you." I say with a friendly tone.
"Hmm, that's nice. Well, Welcome to the city where dreams are made of. I am sure you will find some place to belong here." She replied and it was a genuine but boring tone. I get it she must get these visits every time.
"Well I had a question. What is all that about??" I ask her and point towards webs that cover her and the nigh-on army of spirits crawling all over her.
She just sighs and says.
"That's just because of 9-11. Ever since then the weaver has refused to let me be without an army of guards and observing everything in the city to make sure it's not a threat. Eventually it's just easier to not move. I would resist but the Patriot act empowers her minions. I am a spirit of freedom but I still have to follow American law, or so they tell me at least."
"Well, that sounds terrible. When I take over the city I shall endeavor to lift this burden you bear." I say with faux confidence.
"Is the little shaman so ambitious that he is declaring his intent in full view of, well, everyone." She says and gestures with her eyes to the pattern spiders watching us while continuing its routine tasks.
"I mean it's not like I want to win the race for mayor or something, I am way too poor for that. I have the comparatively easier task of cleaning up the city from anti-gaian forces and making sure it's good for gaia's interests. It's not a task that is inherently antagonistic to weaver interests, cockroach is weaver aligned and he is a Gaian spirit for example. That's why I don't mind my privacy not being breached." I conclude and she crinkles her eyes at me.
"Can't say I condone that kind of ambition as a spirit of freedom but on the other hand it is a land of opportunities. So do your best I guess. I really should solve the problem of tolerance one of these days, maybe ask Justice about it." She says and is clearly distracted already.
I guess that is it for the audience. I feel the rite of declaration is complete and the brand is engraved inside my mind. It was a risky rite, declaring my ambition to the city mother of new york and the Control nexus of the weaver, who isn't my friend despite my words.
But it should be worth it, that declaration has made a mark on my mind now, its existence given weight by the attention of some truly potent spirits. It is a shield around my mind now, burning any attempt to control or affect me with the golden fires of freedom.
I hope it's worth the additional risk I accrued for it but I have to trust that the Coyote's map was important. So I will stick to it for now.
Completed your first Major Rite(+300), Met and gained slight favor with the strongest City mother(+300)
The Base Violence Necessary for Change(200)
Piltover fears Zaun - and not without reason. After all, if you keep kicking someone down, sooner or later they're going to catch the boot and drag you down with them. You could be considered the very embodiment of Piltover's fears, with your expertise in all kinds of things that go boom. In short, you're a master arsonist and terrorist, with great knowledge when it comes to creating and using explosives in a fight, as well as just how to use such devices to make the biggest impact - practical or psychological. You can wield other kinds of violence with the same kind of artistry, striking at the foundations of public trust with vandalism, thefts and kidnapping, or targeting assassinations and raids to cause the most impact in an organization. If they will not love you, they will fear you.
Ma'at(200)
Of all the creations of the gods, ma'at, the order in the world, is considered the most necessary, underpinning the lives of all mortals. As a being of ma'at, you can perceive the balance inherent in all things, from the day/night cycle to the weighing of souls, to the cycle of seasons and the flow and ebb of civilization. Perception of this balance results in a somewhat prophetic or intuitive sense; You have a good idea of when the rains will come by knowing when the rains didn't come, how justice should best be served against a wrongdoing, or measure a miniscule change in the tidal cycles that betrays some subtle shift in the earth. Further, you can recognise when the balance of the world is threatened or in disarray, and when something does not belong or is working outside of ma'at, however you choose to call it - the 'grand design', the balance of the world, destiny or fate.
Menhirrim Genesis(200)
The Menhirrim are humanoid guardians, with masks bearing a lion's visage and massive swords. Adept fighters able to fly, you are able to create them – but you require an ample sample of nearby earth and stone to do so. Their ability to fight is legendary, able to fend off even Fal'Cie in concerted efforts.
You may have half as many Menhirrim as you have active companions.
Piltover fears Zaun - and not without reason. After all, if you keep kicking someone down, sooner or later they're going to catch the boot and drag you down with them. You could be considered the very embodiment of Piltover's fears, with your expertise in all kinds of things that go boom. In short, you're a master arsonist and terrorist, with great knowledge when it comes to creating and using explosives in a fight, as well as just how to use such devices to make the biggest impact - practical or psychological. You can wield other kinds of violence with the same kind of artistry, striking at the foundations of public trust with vandalism, thefts and kidnapping, or targeting assassinations and raids to cause the most impact in an organization. If they will not love you, they will fear you.
Ma'at(200)
Of all the creations of the gods, ma'at, the order in the world, is considered the most necessary, underpinning the lives of all mortals. As a being of ma'at, you can perceive the balance inherent in all things, from the day/night cycle to the weighing of souls, to the cycle of seasons and the flow and ebb of civilization. Perception of this balance results in a somewhat prophetic or intuitive sense; You have a good idea of when the rains will come by knowing when the rains didn't come, how justice should best be served against a wrongdoing, or measure a miniscule change in the tidal cycles that betrays some subtle shift in the earth. Further, you can recognise when the balance of the world is threatened or in disarray, and when something does not belong or is working outside of ma'at, however you choose to call it - the 'grand design', the balance of the world, destiny or fate.
Menhirrim Genesis(200)
The Menhirrim are humanoid guardians, with masks bearing a lion's visage and massive swords. Adept fighters able to fly, you are able to create them – but you require an ample sample of nearby earth and stone to do so. Their ability to fight is legendary, able to fend off even Fal'Cie in concerted efforts.
You may have half as many Menhirrim as you have active companions.
Well that Certainly helps. Its an oddly appropriate set of powers that I now possess. Hopefully thats a good tribute because my next step is to meet a 'King'.
Authors note
I am taking some liberty with the spirit roles and rules. Because I am taking into account all the splats, all human actions and beliefs have a power, which include things like the spirits of country and democracy and stuff. That part is canon.
What I am adding is the fact that human laws have a spiritual power as well, if a opponents with enough legal knowledge and magical puissance is able to invoke the laws they basically can do magical debuffs and empower themselves as defenders of the laws, this is a favorite of the weaver because it is a creature of absurd order. This makes sense to and make the philodox more relevant because otherwise the law keepers isn't a terribly broad archytype. Now its more usefull.
My other major change is that spirits that emerge from human things and society are more human like and the nature spirits are more alien. Because it just makes sense to me. thats all so far to me
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