I'd try a different second question personally.
As an Elder, don't they already report to our new Leaders?
And the answer won't help you, as you don't advise the Sect Mistresses.
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Disciples of Red Dew Sect (Cultivation Riot Quest)
- Thread starter Arcanestomper
- Start date
- Original Fantasy
As an Elder, don't they already report to our new Leaders?
And the answer won't help you, as you don't advise the Sect Mistresses.
My path is that of Benevolent Ruling/Leadership, so I think I could gain some insights (lower case, at least, but maybe Insights, too?) from that answer. And I'm not 100% sure Sunflower reports to anyone; they haven't so far, judging by the fact that, allegedly, the other Elders know next to nothing about them. Who says that's going to change? Also, I'm reporting to Elder Xuan, not the Sect Mistresses, who might not make him privy to what Elder Sunflower would report, anyway, so I think that an answer to that question could be useful to him, given how politically-minded he seems to be.
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Fair and reasonable.
Politics is unbefitting of a cultivator I feel.
Yet another reason to dislike the Emperor.
- Location
- Many Places
Politics are just another form of power, it's just that you aren't personally bashing your enemies's heads in.
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"The Path of the Fields"
"Watch out for the Lord of the Deeps."
I have guesses on this "Lord of the Deeps" And I don't like any of them... One of them I particularly don't like.
Wu Ji Nin will report this to Elder Xuan, in secret. He's not certain it's a sensitive matter, but he'll treat it as such. And he'd rather make the mistake of disturbing the Elder for something that ends up being trivial, rather than keeping valuable information to himself for fear of wasting the man's time.
Edit - He will avoid using Elder Xuan's attendants, inner disciples or whatever else, trying to speak directly to the man himself.
I should probably tag @Rethall
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Character
Name: Mingxu.
Appearance:
Personality
Backstory:
Mingxu is a small nobody from a small nobody town. From a young age Mingxu saw the pain and suffering experienced by those around him and as he grew older would seek out to ease that pain. A normal person growing up in these circumstances would be bound for a life of mediocrity however Mingxu has always had good luck and a chance encounter has set him off in a grand adventure.
Likes:
1. **Simple Pleasures**: He appreciates the simple joys of life, like the scent of fresh flowers or the sound of rain. These small moments reinforce his belief in the inherent beauty of the world.
2. **Teaching and Guiding**: Mingxu likes to share his wisdom and knowledge, especially with younger generations or those new to the path of cultivation. He enjoys being a mentor, guiding others towards hope and enlightenment.
Dislikes:
1. **Conflict and Aggression**: Mingxu is disheartened by unnecessary conflict. He dislikes aggression and violence, often trying to mediate and bring peace.
2. **Deception and Betrayal**: His naivety makes betrayals deeply hurtful. He dislikes dishonesty and deception, as they clash fundamentally with his belief in the inherent goodness of people.
3. **Pessimism and Despair**: Pervasive negativity or a loss of hope in others can be challenging for him. He dislikes seeing others give up, feeling it's a failure of his path to not be able to instil hope.
Hopes:
1. **Reconciliation of Naivety and Reality**: Mingxu hopes to find a balance between his idealism and the realities of the world, learning to protect himself without losing his core belief in hope and goodness.
2. **A World of Harmony**: Mingxu dreams of a future where harmony prevails, where people live in balance with nature and each other, guided by hope rather than fear or greed.
Element: Wood
Path: Hope
[ ] Heavenly Fortune: You start with an extra grade in the Fortune Attribute
Name: Mingxu.
Appearance:
Personality
Backstory:
Mingxu is a small nobody from a small nobody town. From a young age Mingxu saw the pain and suffering experienced by those around him and as he grew older would seek out to ease that pain. A normal person growing up in these circumstances would be bound for a life of mediocrity however Mingxu has always had good luck and a chance encounter has set him off in a grand adventure.
Likes:
1. **Simple Pleasures**: He appreciates the simple joys of life, like the scent of fresh flowers or the sound of rain. These small moments reinforce his belief in the inherent beauty of the world.
2. **Teaching and Guiding**: Mingxu likes to share his wisdom and knowledge, especially with younger generations or those new to the path of cultivation. He enjoys being a mentor, guiding others towards hope and enlightenment.
Dislikes:
1. **Conflict and Aggression**: Mingxu is disheartened by unnecessary conflict. He dislikes aggression and violence, often trying to mediate and bring peace.
2. **Deception and Betrayal**: His naivety makes betrayals deeply hurtful. He dislikes dishonesty and deception, as they clash fundamentally with his belief in the inherent goodness of people.
3. **Pessimism and Despair**: Pervasive negativity or a loss of hope in others can be challenging for him. He dislikes seeing others give up, feeling it's a failure of his path to not be able to instil hope.
Hopes:
1. **Reconciliation of Naivety and Reality**: Mingxu hopes to find a balance between his idealism and the realities of the world, learning to protect himself without losing his core belief in hope and goodness.
2. **A World of Harmony**: Mingxu dreams of a future where harmony prevails, where people live in balance with nature and each other, guided by hope rather than fear or greed.
Element: Wood
Path: Hope
[ ] Heavenly Fortune: You start with an extra grade in the Fortune Attribute
Current Status:
Rank: Tempered Peasant
Body: Clay
Spirit: Clay
Fortune: Copper
Techniques:
Items:
Notes:
Here you are Boss! let me know if anything needs changing.
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Fortune should be copper
- Location
- Many Places
Would you mind enlightening this lowly and foolish disciple wise elder?
At this point these things are you worries disciple. You should let this old man worry about the woes of the world.
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Character
Name: Mingxu.
Appearance:
Personality
Backstory:
Mingxu is a small nobody from a small nobody town. From a young age Mingxu saw the pain and suffering experienced by those around him and as he grew older would seek out to ease that pain. A normal person growing up in these circumstances would be bound for a life of mediocrity however Mingxu has always had good luck and a chance encounter has set him off in a grand adventure.
Likes:
1. **Simple Pleasures**: He appreciates the simple joys of life, like the scent of fresh flowers or the sound of rain. These small moments reinforce his belief in the inherent beauty of the world.
2. **Teaching and Guiding**: Mingxu likes to share his wisdom and knowledge, especially with younger generations or those new to the path of cultivation. He enjoys being a mentor, guiding others towards hope and enlightenment.
Dislikes:
1. **Conflict and Aggression**: Mingxu is disheartened by unnecessary conflict. He dislikes aggression and violence, often trying to mediate and bring peace.
2. **Deception and Betrayal**: His naivety makes betrayals deeply hurtful. He dislikes dishonesty and deception, as they clash fundamentally with his belief in the inherent goodness of people.
3. **Pessimism and Despair**: Pervasive negativity or a loss of hope in others can be challenging for him. He dislikes seeing others give up, feeling it's a failure of his path to not be able to instil hope.
Hopes:
1. **Reconciliation of Naivety and Reality**: Mingxu hopes to find a balance between his idealism and the realities of the world, learning to protect himself without losing his core belief in hope and goodness.
2. **A World of Harmony**: Mingxu dreams of a future where harmony prevails, where people live in balance with nature and each other, guided by hope rather than fear or greed.
Element: Wood
Path: Hope
[ ] Heavenly Fortune: You start with an extra grade in the Fortune Attribute
Current Status:
Rank: Tempered Peasant
Body: Clay
Spirit: Clay
Fortune: Copper
Techniques:
Items:
Notes:
Here you are Boss! let me know if anything needs changing.
Your character image seems to be broken, but that's not really an issue. I've added you to the wait list.
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
Fingers crossed no one dies hunting Spirit Beasts.
- Location
- some computer lab
So this Jian Ke was checking the prices at the Sect market today, and it looks like the price of treasures has increased more than twofold. Truly the dao of the market is profound and oppressive.
CedeTheBees
Probably high right now
- Location
- Somewhere
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Gan Jia's dreams of a set of qi-enfused kitchen utensils fly even further from their grasp. The heavens truly are cruel
Omake: Jiang Chen and The Sword
Omake: Jiang Chen and The Sword
Shing! Shing! Shing! Shing! Jiang Chen swings his sword. A gift from the Elder, handed out en masse at the lecture on the Red Dew School technique, it is still an unmatched treasure in the eyes of Jiang Chen. Shing! Shing! Shing! Shing! As he swings his sword, honing every strike, calculations fly through his minds eye, the weight, the angle, the force, air resistance, every facet of his blade is engraved through the technique he has learned, a true miracle for one such as him, formerly of humble farm stock.
Unbidden, a portion of Jiang Chen's mind slips back to his youth, from his days as a humble mortal, from before the Sect and its training and discipline. As a boy, he had struggled to make sense of people, all these complex social factors and nonsensical rules jumbling together in his head, expressions that were supposed to mean different things all looking the same to him. He had quickly become an outcast, separate from the other children his age, his own blank stare netting him the nickname "Zombie Chen", as well as the occasional mudball or, in the case of the more vindictive children, rock.
Then he discovered math. Sweet, beautiful math, like a delicate Lily upon a pond, it just made so much more sense to him. A kindly old Merchant, grown fat on his wealth, had been passing through Jiang Chen's village, and, taking pity on the poor boy, had kindly explained what the numbers on his signs meant when asked. That moment opened something new up to Jiang Chen, a flurry of questions pouring from the normally quiet boy while the old merchant still indulged him. 2+2=4, 9x3=27, solid, iron-clad, ordered rules, structures that embedded themself in Jiang Chen's mind as easily as a duck took to water, for the first few years after that encounter he dreamed of being a merchant, then, as that dream fell through due to his family's poverty, of being an accountant for one, then simply the village accountant, anything he could do that would let him work with his precious numbers. Sadly, the life of a farming peasant does not easily allow for more than a very basic education, even in the lands of the Red Dew Baron, and Jiang Chen was relegated to a life of hard labour. Or at least, he would have been.
Before his dark fate could come to pass, Jiang Chen stumbled upon a book, hidden away in an old tree stump, deeper in the woods than any of his village typically went. He had been fleeing a pack of his usual bullies when he wound up out there, alone. Inside of this tome, Jiang Chen was introduced to his second great love: The Sword. The tome unveiled to Jiang Chen a great, secret wisdom, that the World, in the end, was composed of that flower upon the hill, Math, and that all things, all interactions, could be broken down into mathematical formations. It went on to detail many formations, but most importantly of all, it unveiled a great cosmic truth to Jiang Chen: The mathematical perfection of the Sword. With it, one held a lever, one which could shove as easily as it could cleave, or cut. Every angle, every motion was its own calculation, and the greatest skill of a swordsman the ability to solve the equation to deliver their own blow. With this technique, and this knowledge, Jiang Chen returned to his village and honed himself. By the time he was 16, a humble tree branch was a good enough blade for him to best anything the village bullies threw at him, knocking stones from the air and sticks from hands through the all-encompassing power of Math. Set on his new path, Jiang Chen left his home, to join the vaunted Red Dew Sect, as their trials were to be held shortly. All of which brought him to here.
Shing! Shing! Shing! Shing! Jiang Chen swings his sword. A gift from the Elder, handed out en masse at the lecture on the Red Dew School technique, it is still an unmatched treasure in the eyes of Jiang Chen. Shing! Shing! Shing! Shing! As he swings his sword, honing every strike, calculations fly through his minds eye, the weight, the angle, the force, air resistance, every facet of his blade is engraved through the technique he has learned, a true miracle for one such as him, formerly of humble farm stock.
Unbidden, a portion of Jiang Chen's mind slips back to his youth, from his days as a humble mortal, from before the Sect and its training and discipline. As a boy, he had struggled to make sense of people, all these complex social factors and nonsensical rules jumbling together in his head, expressions that were supposed to mean different things all looking the same to him. He had quickly become an outcast, separate from the other children his age, his own blank stare netting him the nickname "Zombie Chen", as well as the occasional mudball or, in the case of the more vindictive children, rock.
Then he discovered math. Sweet, beautiful math, like a delicate Lily upon a pond, it just made so much more sense to him. A kindly old Merchant, grown fat on his wealth, had been passing through Jiang Chen's village, and, taking pity on the poor boy, had kindly explained what the numbers on his signs meant when asked. That moment opened something new up to Jiang Chen, a flurry of questions pouring from the normally quiet boy while the old merchant still indulged him. 2+2=4, 9x3=27, solid, iron-clad, ordered rules, structures that embedded themself in Jiang Chen's mind as easily as a duck took to water, for the first few years after that encounter he dreamed of being a merchant, then, as that dream fell through due to his family's poverty, of being an accountant for one, then simply the village accountant, anything he could do that would let him work with his precious numbers. Sadly, the life of a farming peasant does not easily allow for more than a very basic education, even in the lands of the Red Dew Baron, and Jiang Chen was relegated to a life of hard labour. Or at least, he would have been.
Before his dark fate could come to pass, Jiang Chen stumbled upon a book, hidden away in an old tree stump, deeper in the woods than any of his village typically went. He had been fleeing a pack of his usual bullies when he wound up out there, alone. Inside of this tome, Jiang Chen was introduced to his second great love: The Sword. The tome unveiled to Jiang Chen a great, secret wisdom, that the World, in the end, was composed of that flower upon the hill, Math, and that all things, all interactions, could be broken down into mathematical formations. It went on to detail many formations, but most importantly of all, it unveiled a great cosmic truth to Jiang Chen: The mathematical perfection of the Sword. With it, one held a lever, one which could shove as easily as it could cleave, or cut. Every angle, every motion was its own calculation, and the greatest skill of a swordsman the ability to solve the equation to deliver their own blow. With this technique, and this knowledge, Jiang Chen returned to his village and honed himself. By the time he was 16, a humble tree branch was a good enough blade for him to best anything the village bullies threw at him, knocking stones from the air and sticks from hands through the all-encompassing power of Math. Set on his new path, Jiang Chen left his home, to join the vaunted Red Dew Sect, as their trials were to be held shortly. All of which brought him to here.
A Reward and a Fear
- Location
- Israel
Luotuo gazed at his tightly clenched hand, the pouch from the elder lying open on his bed, and the letter now resting on the floor where it had fallen. The mix of manic desperation and joy surged through him, causing his entire body to tremble with intensity. He had achieved it! Finally, he had captured an elder's attention, and not just any elder, but the elder of flowers.
Initially, when he first transformed into human form, Luotuo treated it as a delightful game. The ability to think, move, and talk, and even the luxury of having hands, all seemed like a marvelous change for him. The world opened up with countless possibilities for exploration and wonder. Luotuo's journey into the human world was filled with captivating explorations.
The simple act of eating a meal became a profound experience, each bite carrying a new sensation he had never known in his previous form. The world unfolded before him, revealing diverse landscapes and places that sparked his interest.
Every corner held a secret waiting to be uncovered, and every conversation with people, with these strange yet intriguing creatures, became an opportunity to understand the complexities of human emotions and connections.
As he ventured further, Luotuo stumbled upon the fascinating world of cultivation.
The intricate art of refining one's essence and spiritual energy enchanted him, and he found himself drawn to the mystical practices of the Red Dew Sect. Joining their ranks, he immersed himself in the teachings, unlocking hidden potentials within himself that he did not knew was possible.
The pursuit of enlightenment became a driving force, and the camaraderie within the sect provided a sense of belonging he had never experienced before. Luotuo's transformation went beyond the physical; it became a journey of self-discovery and growth in this newfound world he now called home.
However, the joy turned to despair when he attempted to visit his kin.
Unable to transform back into his true form, the realization hit him like a wave, threatening to break him. The inability to reverse his change, losing everything he once was, haunted him to this very moment.
The cold grasp of despair crept in, causing his hands (he had to remember, they were hands now) to shake. Taking a quick, calming breath, Luotuo forced himself to focus, pushing those distressing thoughts to the recesses of his mind. Even if he couldn't find a way to revert the transformation, surely an individual as powerful as the elder could help. He had to be right.
Initially, when he first transformed into human form, Luotuo treated it as a delightful game. The ability to think, move, and talk, and even the luxury of having hands, all seemed like a marvelous change for him. The world opened up with countless possibilities for exploration and wonder. Luotuo's journey into the human world was filled with captivating explorations.
The simple act of eating a meal became a profound experience, each bite carrying a new sensation he had never known in his previous form. The world unfolded before him, revealing diverse landscapes and places that sparked his interest.
Every corner held a secret waiting to be uncovered, and every conversation with people, with these strange yet intriguing creatures, became an opportunity to understand the complexities of human emotions and connections.
As he ventured further, Luotuo stumbled upon the fascinating world of cultivation.
The intricate art of refining one's essence and spiritual energy enchanted him, and he found himself drawn to the mystical practices of the Red Dew Sect. Joining their ranks, he immersed himself in the teachings, unlocking hidden potentials within himself that he did not knew was possible.
The pursuit of enlightenment became a driving force, and the camaraderie within the sect provided a sense of belonging he had never experienced before. Luotuo's transformation went beyond the physical; it became a journey of self-discovery and growth in this newfound world he now called home.
However, the joy turned to despair when he attempted to visit his kin.
Unable to transform back into his true form, the realization hit him like a wave, threatening to break him. The inability to reverse his change, losing everything he once was, haunted him to this very moment.
The cold grasp of despair crept in, causing his hands (he had to remember, they were hands now) to shake. Taking a quick, calming breath, Luotuo forced himself to focus, pushing those distressing thoughts to the recesses of his mind. Even if he couldn't find a way to revert the transformation, surely an individual as powerful as the elder could help. He had to be right.
He is definitely not in a good headspace right now.
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Cultivation Preview
| Hawk "Primal Monkey" Cyr: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: Done, Tempered Heart: 0/9 |
| Lung Doji: Tempered Eyes: 3/5 |
| Hanyi Huoshui: Tempered Eyes: 2/5 |
| Wu Ji Nin: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: Done, Tempered Heart: Done, Tempered Stomach: Done |
| Song Zhili: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: Done, Tempered Heart: 2/9 |
| Li: Tempered Eyes: 3/5 |
| Sum of 7, 3, and 5: Tempered Eyes: 3/5 |
| Riyadh: Tempered Eyes: 3/5 |
| Wanwuyishi de Xin: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: 4/7 |
| Jin Mei: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: 0/7 |
| Changjian Meinu: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: Done, Tempered Heart: 0/9 |
| Wuyin: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: Done, Tempered Heart: 1/9 |
| Bai Kouta: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: 0/7 |
| Hong Xing: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: 6/7 |
| Gu Jin: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: Done, Tempered Heart: 5/9 |
| Luòtuó: Tempered Eyes: 3/5 |
| Liao Chuanli: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: Done, Tempered Heart: Done, Tempered Stomach: Done |
| Bái Yǔ: Tempered Eyes: 2/5 |
| Feng Shou: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: 1/7 |
| Xìngyùn xīng: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: Done, Tempered Heart: Done, Tempered Stomach: Done |
| Pan Tingfeng: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: 1/7 |
| Zise Ren: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: 0/7 |
| Cai Delan: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: 0/7 |
| Daiki Inoue: Tempered Eyes: 4/5 |
| Gan Jia: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: 0/7 |
| Liang Xinyue: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: 3/7 |
| Ding Dong: Tempered Eyes: 3/5 |
| Jang Hui: Tempered Eyes: 4/5 |
| Yu Siyuan: Tempered Eyes: 3/5 |
| Jian Ke: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: 3/7 |
| Maggot Gravedirt: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: 6/7 |
| Kang Shui: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: 2/7 |
| Jiang Chen: Tempered Eyes: 4/5 |
| Liu Jin: Tempered Eyes: Done, Tempered Lungs: 0/7 |
| June Peng: Tempered Eyes: 2/5 |
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- Location
- Many Places
This might be desperation talking but are you absolutely sure that you didn't just accidentally copy and paste from the previous cultivation post?
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Sweet, I finished tempering all my organs.
Edit: No technique unfortunately.
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Haha, you really haven't rolled any successes on cultivation. Out of everyone only you and Bylba haven't gotten any successes on the cultivation rolls. Very well just this once the Giant Hand in the Sky will take mercy.
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
Alright. Lungs are done. Let me roll.
Edit: Nat. Fucking. 20.
Edit: Nat. Fucking. 20.
