Earth Bet: House of the Sun (Cultist Simulator/Worm)
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Maybe, maybe, but most likely it will have Heart. We wouldn't get the Wheel as a heritage if it wasn't mainly Heart.
Very likely both, I was mostly responding to the previous discussion of whether we want to check the Well for a Moth scrap.
And it isn't certain we won't find a corpse of some other Hour near the Temple
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- She/her
Tbf, the Wheel wasn't Heart, since it preceeded the Principle's existence. It was Blood (aka Nectar), which is proto-Heart and seemingly also proto-Moth.
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Lantern 3
New
You burned.
There was no other way to describe it. Searing, scorching agony that boiled through every nerve, writhing within your veins like molten iron. Lady Mylissa had triggered this—this brutal awakening, a sudden, violent understanding that flayed you from within.
It wasn't the slow, creeping realization you were used to, the kind that dawned over hours, days, as you pondered and dissected truths with a patient, methodical mind. No, this was a blinding, ruthless revelation, forced into your consciousness like a knife peeling back an eyelid.
Your breath came out in ragged, burning gasps. Every exhale felt like fire, as though your lungs were filled with embers instead of air. Slowly, you dared to open your eyes. The moment you did, a stabbing pain lanced through your skull, so sharp it made you recoil and slam your eyes shut again.
You had thought averting your gaze from Lady Mylissa would help, thought perhaps the intensity would fade if you could just focus elsewhere. But no—the oppressive presence of her being, the raw power that radiated from her, seemed to saturate the very air, the walls, the floor. She was everywhere, and nowhere to escape.
"You are beginning to see now," Lady Mylissa said, her voice rolling over you like a crashing wave. The sound alone made your heart stutter, your breath catch. You clenched your fingers, feeling them twist and contort, muscles writhing beneath your skin like living things. Your mind scrambled to make sense of the sensations, to understand what was happening—what she truly was.
Hesitantly, you opened your eyes again, forcing yourself to adjust to this painful new clarity. With your eyelids half-lidded, squinting against the blinding truth, you dared to look at her—
Your thoughts were not your own, not entirely. They were fed by something greater, something older. The truth of her was beyond your comprehension, not yet, not fully, but the words echoed in your skull, hammering against the inside of your mind. Her hand brushed against your hair—tender, soft—and you realized you had fallen to the floor without even noticing.
Blood trickled from your eyes, hot and sticky, but the pain was dulling, receding—not because it was lessening, but because you were becoming accustomed to it. As if the burning light was something you were slowly learning to endure.
"What?" you croaked out, barely able to form the word. Your eyelids fluttered, but you kept them tightly shut, unwilling to face the full force of the vision again.
"To understand is to step into the light," Lady Mylissa's voice was kind, though it rippled through your body like a tremor. "But mercy is found only in the shadow. You have opened your eyes, all of them, and yet you are not ready. No one ever is."
"I…" You tried to speak, to reply, but the words faltered on your tongue. You wanted to protest, to tell her you were ready, that you could handle it. But that invisible sun, burning behind your eyes, showed you the raw truth of things, and it still hurt. You were getting used to it, but the pain was undeniable.
"I think I'm feeling better," you muttered instead, weakly pushing yourself upright. Your hands were slick with dried blood, your body trembling from the strain. How long had you been here, screaming in silence? The time had blurred, twisted in on itself.
This realization—this brutal, searing insight—was unlike anything you had experienced before. Yet strangely, you didn't feel fear. The agony should have triggered that deep, primal panic, that instinctual need to flee or fight, but instead, it felt... right. There was no terror, no instinct to recoil from the truth.
Lady Mylissa's fingers, which had been gently combing through your hair, withdrew as you found your feet. She offered a hand, helping you stand fully, her touch as firm as it was delicate. Slowly, you opened your eyes once more. The burning sensation was still there, simmering beneath your skin, but this time you resisted the urge to flinch. You looked at the wall.
It wasn't a wall, not anymore. It was her. The entire room, the entire building—it was her. Her body was a deception, a surface mask. Your vision, enhanced and seared by Lantern's light, peeled away the falsehoods, leaving only the truth behind.
Yet there was a darkness, a veil surrounding her that you couldn't pierce.
"Feeling better?" Her voice, though gentle, scraped at the edges of your senses, stirring that now-familiar burn within you. You flinched, but nodded, turning to face her. She looked the same as ever—graceful, serene—but your sight could not be fooled. You saw everything now, or nearly everything.
"Yes," you said, then hesitated. "What are you?"
Lady Mylissa raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a slight smile. "You saw, didn't you?" she asked, her tone almost amused. You nodded slowly, your hand gripping the back of the chair to steady yourself.
"So why?" You gestured around the room, to the walls, the air, to her. You needed to understand why she had forced you to see this, why she had caused you such pain.
"There comes a point when you must truly understand," she explained, her voice low and deliberate. "Some of your peers have reached this point, but you, among all of them, must. You will be performing the scrying. And while I respect your autonomy, you sought me out for guidance. Sometimes I teach with words—calm, fair instruction. But other times…" She paused, her gaze meeting yours, sharp and unwavering. "Other times, the lesson must be a sword—swift, sharp, and painful."
You nodded sharply, the explanation making a strange sort of sense. And already, you did feel better—stronger, more attuned. You shouldn't, not logically. You shouldn't feel so calm, so composed, after witnessing the truth of her. You should be terrified, screaming, fleeing. But you weren't.
You sat down across from her once more, a pleasant smile on your face. She poured the tea, her movements graceful, as if nothing had changed. And yet, as you sipped from the cup, as you met her gaze with this new understanding, you knew that everything had.
The burning in your soul—the light that had been ignited—glowed brighter, fiercer. And it felt right.
And perhaps that was the most frightening part.
You have reached the third intensity of Lantern and had a realization.
You see things how they truly are now. Illusions, disguises and other such obfuscations will have a much harder time taking hold on you. Maluses derived from them will be negated entirely. There are few exceptions.
Your eyes are slightly reflective and you are thinner now, almost worryingly so.
There was no other way to describe it. Searing, scorching agony that boiled through every nerve, writhing within your veins like molten iron. Lady Mylissa had triggered this—this brutal awakening, a sudden, violent understanding that flayed you from within.
It wasn't the slow, creeping realization you were used to, the kind that dawned over hours, days, as you pondered and dissected truths with a patient, methodical mind. No, this was a blinding, ruthless revelation, forced into your consciousness like a knife peeling back an eyelid.
Your breath came out in ragged, burning gasps. Every exhale felt like fire, as though your lungs were filled with embers instead of air. Slowly, you dared to open your eyes. The moment you did, a stabbing pain lanced through your skull, so sharp it made you recoil and slam your eyes shut again.
You had thought averting your gaze from Lady Mylissa would help, thought perhaps the intensity would fade if you could just focus elsewhere. But no—the oppressive presence of her being, the raw power that radiated from her, seemed to saturate the very air, the walls, the floor. She was everywhere, and nowhere to escape.
"You are beginning to see now," Lady Mylissa said, her voice rolling over you like a crashing wave. The sound alone made your heart stutter, your breath catch. You clenched your fingers, feeling them twist and contort, muscles writhing beneath your skin like living things. Your mind scrambled to make sense of the sensations, to understand what was happening—what she truly was.
Hesitantly, you opened your eyes again, forcing yourself to adjust to this painful new clarity. With your eyelids half-lidded, squinting against the blinding truth, you dared to look at her—
QUEEN AND PALACE.
SHE WHO IS SUCCULENT. SHE WHO FEEDS ALL.
SHE WHO ENCOMPASSES. SHE WHO HOUSES HER CHILDREN.
SHE WHO IS RENEWED. SHE WHO IS BORN ANEW.
SHE WHO IS SUCCULENT. SHE WHO FEEDS ALL.
SHE WHO ENCOMPASSES. SHE WHO HOUSES HER CHILDREN.
SHE WHO IS RENEWED. SHE WHO IS BORN ANEW.
Your thoughts were not your own, not entirely. They were fed by something greater, something older. The truth of her was beyond your comprehension, not yet, not fully, but the words echoed in your skull, hammering against the inside of your mind. Her hand brushed against your hair—tender, soft—and you realized you had fallen to the floor without even noticing.
Blood trickled from your eyes, hot and sticky, but the pain was dulling, receding—not because it was lessening, but because you were becoming accustomed to it. As if the burning light was something you were slowly learning to endure.
"What?" you croaked out, barely able to form the word. Your eyelids fluttered, but you kept them tightly shut, unwilling to face the full force of the vision again.
"To understand is to step into the light," Lady Mylissa's voice was kind, though it rippled through your body like a tremor. "But mercy is found only in the shadow. You have opened your eyes, all of them, and yet you are not ready. No one ever is."
"I…" You tried to speak, to reply, but the words faltered on your tongue. You wanted to protest, to tell her you were ready, that you could handle it. But that invisible sun, burning behind your eyes, showed you the raw truth of things, and it still hurt. You were getting used to it, but the pain was undeniable.
"I think I'm feeling better," you muttered instead, weakly pushing yourself upright. Your hands were slick with dried blood, your body trembling from the strain. How long had you been here, screaming in silence? The time had blurred, twisted in on itself.
This realization—this brutal, searing insight—was unlike anything you had experienced before. Yet strangely, you didn't feel fear. The agony should have triggered that deep, primal panic, that instinctual need to flee or fight, but instead, it felt... right. There was no terror, no instinct to recoil from the truth.
Lady Mylissa's fingers, which had been gently combing through your hair, withdrew as you found your feet. She offered a hand, helping you stand fully, her touch as firm as it was delicate. Slowly, you opened your eyes once more. The burning sensation was still there, simmering beneath your skin, but this time you resisted the urge to flinch. You looked at the wall.
It wasn't a wall, not anymore. It was her. The entire room, the entire building—it was her. Her body was a deception, a surface mask. Your vision, enhanced and seared by Lantern's light, peeled away the falsehoods, leaving only the truth behind.
Yet there was a darkness, a veil surrounding her that you couldn't pierce.
"Feeling better?" Her voice, though gentle, scraped at the edges of your senses, stirring that now-familiar burn within you. You flinched, but nodded, turning to face her. She looked the same as ever—graceful, serene—but your sight could not be fooled. You saw everything now, or nearly everything.
"Yes," you said, then hesitated. "What are you?"
Lady Mylissa raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a slight smile. "You saw, didn't you?" she asked, her tone almost amused. You nodded slowly, your hand gripping the back of the chair to steady yourself.
"So why?" You gestured around the room, to the walls, the air, to her. You needed to understand why she had forced you to see this, why she had caused you such pain.
"There comes a point when you must truly understand," she explained, her voice low and deliberate. "Some of your peers have reached this point, but you, among all of them, must. You will be performing the scrying. And while I respect your autonomy, you sought me out for guidance. Sometimes I teach with words—calm, fair instruction. But other times…" She paused, her gaze meeting yours, sharp and unwavering. "Other times, the lesson must be a sword—swift, sharp, and painful."
You nodded sharply, the explanation making a strange sort of sense. And already, you did feel better—stronger, more attuned. You shouldn't, not logically. You shouldn't feel so calm, so composed, after witnessing the truth of her. You should be terrified, screaming, fleeing. But you weren't.
You sat down across from her once more, a pleasant smile on your face. She poured the tea, her movements graceful, as if nothing had changed. And yet, as you sipped from the cup, as you met her gaze with this new understanding, you knew that everything had.
The burning in your soul—the light that had been ignited—glowed brighter, fiercer. And it felt right.
And perhaps that was the most frightening part.
You have reached the third intensity of Lantern and had a realization.
You see things how they truly are now. Illusions, disguises and other such obfuscations will have a much harder time taking hold on you. Maluses derived from them will be negated entirely. There are few exceptions.
Your eyes are slightly reflective and you are thinner now, almost worryingly so.
Exceptions which are themselves connected to the Glory, most likely. Or which are more attuned to Moth than we are to Lantern.
Fascination comes to mind, though it is not really an illusion Malus.
Oh, so it wasn't a reaction to the Influence, merely a Realization hitting too hard.
Now we need to get Emir to gain more weight. Forge Realization, maybe?
That is so OP in the right situation.
Now we need to get Emir to gain more weight. Forge Realization, maybe?
Do you mean forces like those of the Imp that directly interfere with the brain to create an illusion or prevent it from seeing something? Or is it just protecting us from accidentally glancing at a powerful entity and instantly dying from it?
Yes, things like Imp or Grue's shadows are negated.
There are probably a couple of master powers we can shrug now.
That'll be useful.
Lady Mylissa being succulent wasn't on my bingo card but whatever goes ig 😔
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- Omniverse #1345
We must Never see Scion.
If Edict was still alive we're be completely immune to her, too.
Some masters and basically the entire Stranger category.
If Edict was still alive we're be completely immune to her, too.
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Wasn't she a master?
She didn't hide anything, she just ordered, and if the order wasn't followed, the person would receive a random curse.
A winter rather than a lantern would have helped from such a force.
- Location
- Omniverse #1345
Her attacks were via hallucinations, which are just a type of illusion. So they would still happen, but Emir could just shrug them off like the Dappled Wings did.
Also Emir is now a low Brute and mid Trump.
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Don't forget a Master and a Thinker (for our Grail Realization).
And that's before we count in all the Rituals...
So we'll probably get both.
Hmm, I wonder if this realization can apply if we are seeing things indirectly.
@Witherbrine26 does this realization also apply when we are seeing things indirectly?
Examples:
1. Looking through binoculars/telescope
2. Looking at video footage
3. Looking through scryring rituals
Yes it does, also sight is applied loosely here. In general it's all your senses. This realization can be thought of as you passively "burning away" anything that would stop you from "seeing" the truth. So even something like an auditory hallucination would be negated (the downsides anyway, you'd still notice it).