jaiveer00
Siding With Thanos
- Location
- The Beginning and The End
so...auto-kun breaks the fourth wall and contacts SV?
Ebeli Quest: How to Manage your Plot Devices and Save Creation
[X] challenge her to a crafting challenge with Autochthon as your champion.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Back in the Exalted game I played, we met the Jadeborn after we found out about Autochthon and the Seal of the 8 Divinities. When asked about what to do if we find Autochthon, the Jadeborn almost instantly responded, "Kill the bastard."
Given, they were Jadeborn mercenaries.
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
The Clay Man started as a behemoth, not a deva. He's not part of Autochthon's soul hierarchy.
Who says that Autocthon couldn't have added him to his hierarchy?
After all what better way to understand things outside your mythos than by incorporating something that is outside it in the first place?
- Location
- Earth: Universe Meta - 1
Autocthon's greatest strength is his greatest weakness. He kicks logic to the curb, and does things just because.
- Location
- Pittsburgh, PA
I mean, this one was actively praying to him and asking him to:
So I doubt she'd respond to him apparently showing up in person to answer her prayers by trying to kill him. Even if she did, he'd just shit out a new encounter suit and no harm would be done.
What's more interesting to me is that she's a humaniform model. Most of the Jadeborn were given bodies intended to best suit whatever role their Adamantborn masters intended for them - Jadeborn craftsmen tended to have dozens of many-jointed limbs with tools on the end, while messenger Jadeborn were usually thin and sleek and designed to quickly scurry over, under, or between any obstacle in their path: hulking Jadeborn-of-burden to haul loads of ore, radially symmetrical Jadeborn secretaries with many heads and many hands with which to juggle their masters' agendas.
This one, by comparison, is:
Very human, with no additional features or "efficiencies" to push it away from looking as mortal as a sapient statue of jade can reasonably be. If she's post-Adamantborn, she might have been crafted as a courier for her barrow, something that would play better with mortal trading partners than a giant jade spider with shovel-hands. If she's old enough to remember the Deliberative, she might have been something crafted by the first-gen Jadeborn as a "child" that would be better able to meet the Exalted Host's standards of beauty - a body that could wear clothes, put on makeup even, and otherwise blend in well with the Solar courts.
Song Keeper, the Enlightened!
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
[X]Challenge her to a crafting challenge with Autochthon as your champion.
You point a finger at the Enlightened Jadeborn, maybe a bit incensed at her disbelief. "Fine! I will prove the veracity of my words, then!" You turn to the encounter suit. "I challenge her to a contest of crafting. Great Maker, build something!"
Autochthon shrugs, spreads his hands, and a piece of quartz rises up from the floor. It shapes- worked upon by infinite waldos extending from his palms, working away the rough nature of the crystal, until a lights forth from it and an iridescent floating crystal rises into the sky.
"Impressive," the Jadeborn says, "But hardly a feat worthy of the Great Maker! I challenge you, then- tell me, with your supposed infinite knowledge what this tower is, and what I must do to complete it!"
Complete it? Oh dear. "She didn't lose control over the Eye."
"This much quartz gives a bad first impression but it may have been intentional." Autochthon glances up, glances down. "Ah! Fascinating, you created a mobile focus for ambient sunlight. The quartz itself is axiomatically enhanced to withstand any ambient essence effects, and you are puzzling how to get it to fly."
The Jadeborn takes a short, sudden breath.
"How did you figure that out so quickly?"
The Great Maker points at the eye. "Because that is my eye." He walks over to it, extending a hand. The Jadeborn does nothing to stop him. "Yes. I can see- you gambled upon the belief that the cascade snapback from the Eye would be axiomatic- ordered- and planned accordingly. This is genius, imaginative. Putting prayers to me within your construct in the form of puzzle traps and logic rooms to further enhance the nature of this weapon. I must wonder, though. Did you do this on your own?"
He looks up, staring at the Jadeborn. "If you did this on your own, I wonder how you are not experiencing insanity as a result of the Geass. Have you by chance encountered the Clay Man?"
The Jadeborn lowers her lance. "You are the Great Maker. You have returned."
"Yes."
She then races the lance and blasts Autochthon with a bold of lightning essence, sending the encounter suit bouncing head over heels and narrowly missing Sky and Ruvelia before embedding himself in a far wall. You turn, staring at the immobile encounter suit, and turn back to the Jadeborn.
"So we could use someone who does that. Do you take money?"
Despite how easily the coincidence would have fit, the Jadeborn did not encounter any Alchemicals, any breakthroughs, or any other things you've been keeping busy with for the past few months. Once she came down from her platform, she introduced herself as Song Keeper, Artisan and Enlightened.
Double bonus, as the Artisans were really rare. Also, paranoid, which is why she was cagey around the supposed Great Maker.
The Eye remained at the center of the quartz webbing, while she continued to grip her lance. Ruvelia's own azure flame permeates the quartz, lowering the air of tension and paranoia, but Song Keeper does not let you approach the Eye.
"The Eye was found in where the stories tell us it was first misused- where an empire was made with it."
"That's on the other side of Creation," Sky observes.
You shrug. "It's the Eye. So, this is a weapon?"
Song Keeper nods. "I intend to use it to reclaim one of the ancestral homes of my people from the darkness that has claimed it."
(Int+Lore, 12 dice, +6 successes, 9 successes)
Ancestral home, ancestral home...ah!
"So you want to kill Vodak with this and reclaim the tunnels underneath Gethamane?" You glance around. Hum. It is an amplifier, but the question is whether or not the human population of Gethamane would survive the immense sunlight blast that, say, bleached the stones of the City Beneath the Mountain.
Right.
"Ligier?"
In a subdued but still magnificent burst of emerald flame, the Lord of Hell appears next to you.
"Yes, Sorcerer?"
Song Keeper levels her lance at the demon. Then recognizes him, and hastily pulls the lance up.
"Take one of my Agatae, go to Gethamane, and kill Vodak."
"Please," Ruvelia adds.
"Of course." Ligier bows, respectfully, stretching out two of his arms. "And I see this is an intentional creation? My compliments to the Jadeborn on controlling the Eye."
Song Keeper's cheeks flush, and Ligier vanishes in another burst of flame. "So," you say, clapping your hands, "I have two members of my Circle somewhere in this tower, and I need to find them."
Song Keeper was paranoid. That much was certain. Ruvelia alleviated that, and you made it a point to keep her close to the Jadeborn. Song Keeper, for her part, agreed to help you find Ray and Shell, leading you through the logic chambers and puzzle rooms- most of them quickly solved by Autochthon before Song Keeper could disable the traps, much to the delight of the bound Primordial.
"How did you encounter the Great Maker?"
The chasm of this room stretches further than the room itself should, and is connected by randomly assembling blocks. The challenge of it was to figure out the frequency they appear at, the method, and to tune it with vibrations until they form into a bridge.
"The Seal of Eight Divinities opened in a Shadowland we were clearing out and we encountered a party from inside."
"There are people within the Great Maker?" Song Keeper grimaces. "Humans?"
You nod. "And Alchemicals. They're...well, Exalted."
Song Keeper's nostrils flair. She purses her lips, narrowing ruby eyes.
"We were his Chosen, once. He is mercurial."
"And a bit absent minded."
"Agreed." You like her already.
You cough. "I...have asked him how to fix the Geass. He...has no idea."
Song Keeper's eyes narrow more. Ruvelia places a hand on the Jadeborn's shoulder. "All will be well," she says, and the Jadeborn visibly relaxes. On cue, the bridge forms- an immense suspension bridge of moving quartz, and Autochthon doesn't wait for you before walking across it.
"So are you from Gethamane?"
"I am from the North," Song Keeper says, "Our cities are low and kept secret, and we have just met. Even if you somehow commiserate with the Great Maker, I will not reveal them just yet. I seek to return my people to something resembling glory."
You walk into the next chamber- clockwork crystals cycling in faint gongs. You make it into the room before you bump into the encounter suit, which turns and runs a light from his palm over Song Keeper.
"Ah, yes! I have an idea!"
Oh dear.
[ ]Continue searching for Ray and Shell.
[ ]Ask about the idea.
[ ]Write in.
You point a finger at the Enlightened Jadeborn, maybe a bit incensed at her disbelief. "Fine! I will prove the veracity of my words, then!" You turn to the encounter suit. "I challenge her to a contest of crafting. Great Maker, build something!"
Autochthon shrugs, spreads his hands, and a piece of quartz rises up from the floor. It shapes- worked upon by infinite waldos extending from his palms, working away the rough nature of the crystal, until a lights forth from it and an iridescent floating crystal rises into the sky.
"Impressive," the Jadeborn says, "But hardly a feat worthy of the Great Maker! I challenge you, then- tell me, with your supposed infinite knowledge what this tower is, and what I must do to complete it!"
Complete it? Oh dear. "She didn't lose control over the Eye."
"This much quartz gives a bad first impression but it may have been intentional." Autochthon glances up, glances down. "Ah! Fascinating, you created a mobile focus for ambient sunlight. The quartz itself is axiomatically enhanced to withstand any ambient essence effects, and you are puzzling how to get it to fly."
The Jadeborn takes a short, sudden breath.
"How did you figure that out so quickly?"
The Great Maker points at the eye. "Because that is my eye." He walks over to it, extending a hand. The Jadeborn does nothing to stop him. "Yes. I can see- you gambled upon the belief that the cascade snapback from the Eye would be axiomatic- ordered- and planned accordingly. This is genius, imaginative. Putting prayers to me within your construct in the form of puzzle traps and logic rooms to further enhance the nature of this weapon. I must wonder, though. Did you do this on your own?"
He looks up, staring at the Jadeborn. "If you did this on your own, I wonder how you are not experiencing insanity as a result of the Geass. Have you by chance encountered the Clay Man?"
The Jadeborn lowers her lance. "You are the Great Maker. You have returned."
"Yes."
She then races the lance and blasts Autochthon with a bold of lightning essence, sending the encounter suit bouncing head over heels and narrowly missing Sky and Ruvelia before embedding himself in a far wall. You turn, staring at the immobile encounter suit, and turn back to the Jadeborn.
"So we could use someone who does that. Do you take money?"
Despite how easily the coincidence would have fit, the Jadeborn did not encounter any Alchemicals, any breakthroughs, or any other things you've been keeping busy with for the past few months. Once she came down from her platform, she introduced herself as Song Keeper, Artisan and Enlightened.
Double bonus, as the Artisans were really rare. Also, paranoid, which is why she was cagey around the supposed Great Maker.
The Eye remained at the center of the quartz webbing, while she continued to grip her lance. Ruvelia's own azure flame permeates the quartz, lowering the air of tension and paranoia, but Song Keeper does not let you approach the Eye.
"The Eye was found in where the stories tell us it was first misused- where an empire was made with it."
"That's on the other side of Creation," Sky observes.
You shrug. "It's the Eye. So, this is a weapon?"
Song Keeper nods. "I intend to use it to reclaim one of the ancestral homes of my people from the darkness that has claimed it."
(Int+Lore, 12 dice, +6 successes, 9 successes)
Ancestral home, ancestral home...ah!
"So you want to kill Vodak with this and reclaim the tunnels underneath Gethamane?" You glance around. Hum. It is an amplifier, but the question is whether or not the human population of Gethamane would survive the immense sunlight blast that, say, bleached the stones of the City Beneath the Mountain.
Right.
"Ligier?"
In a subdued but still magnificent burst of emerald flame, the Lord of Hell appears next to you.
"Yes, Sorcerer?"
Song Keeper levels her lance at the demon. Then recognizes him, and hastily pulls the lance up.
"Take one of my Agatae, go to Gethamane, and kill Vodak."
"Please," Ruvelia adds.
"Of course." Ligier bows, respectfully, stretching out two of his arms. "And I see this is an intentional creation? My compliments to the Jadeborn on controlling the Eye."
Song Keeper's cheeks flush, and Ligier vanishes in another burst of flame. "So," you say, clapping your hands, "I have two members of my Circle somewhere in this tower, and I need to find them."
Song Keeper was paranoid. That much was certain. Ruvelia alleviated that, and you made it a point to keep her close to the Jadeborn. Song Keeper, for her part, agreed to help you find Ray and Shell, leading you through the logic chambers and puzzle rooms- most of them quickly solved by Autochthon before Song Keeper could disable the traps, much to the delight of the bound Primordial.
"How did you encounter the Great Maker?"
The chasm of this room stretches further than the room itself should, and is connected by randomly assembling blocks. The challenge of it was to figure out the frequency they appear at, the method, and to tune it with vibrations until they form into a bridge.
"The Seal of Eight Divinities opened in a Shadowland we were clearing out and we encountered a party from inside."
"There are people within the Great Maker?" Song Keeper grimaces. "Humans?"
You nod. "And Alchemicals. They're...well, Exalted."
Song Keeper's nostrils flair. She purses her lips, narrowing ruby eyes.
"We were his Chosen, once. He is mercurial."
"And a bit absent minded."
"Agreed." You like her already.
You cough. "I...have asked him how to fix the Geass. He...has no idea."
Song Keeper's eyes narrow more. Ruvelia places a hand on the Jadeborn's shoulder. "All will be well," she says, and the Jadeborn visibly relaxes. On cue, the bridge forms- an immense suspension bridge of moving quartz, and Autochthon doesn't wait for you before walking across it.
"So are you from Gethamane?"
"I am from the North," Song Keeper says, "Our cities are low and kept secret, and we have just met. Even if you somehow commiserate with the Great Maker, I will not reveal them just yet. I seek to return my people to something resembling glory."
You walk into the next chamber- clockwork crystals cycling in faint gongs. You make it into the room before you bump into the encounter suit, which turns and runs a light from his palm over Song Keeper.
"Ah, yes! I have an idea!"
Oh dear.
[ ]Continue searching for Ray and Shell.
[ ]Ask about the idea.
[ ]Write in.
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[x]Ask about the idea.
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[x]Ask about the idea.
Won't work. Vodak can only be permanently killed either by hurling it directly into Oblivion, or by activating the Cincture underneath Gethamane. Even a botched activation causes the Mountain to become far too real for such an abomination to exist. Ligier isn't strong enough to kill Vodak permanently; not even Malfeas or Sol are strong enough.
Won't work. Vodak can only be permanently killed either by hurling it directly into Oblivion, or by activating the Cincture underneath Gethamane. Even a botched activation causes the Mountain to become far too real for such an abomination to exist. Ligier isn't strong enough to kill Vodak permanently; not even Malfeas or Sol are strong enough.
Tranquil Zebra
Equid of Peerless Tranquility
- Location
- Norway
[x]Ask about the idea.
I second this. Autocthon isn't easily capable of common sense or mitigating collateral in his ideas.
I second this. Autocthon isn't easily capable of common sense or mitigating collateral in his ideas.
- Location
- Castle
[x]Ask about the idea.
-[X] Ready your hand for a slap, just in case its a horrible idea.
-[X] Ready your hand for a slap, just in case its a horrible idea.
Carrnage
Human
- Location
- New Zealand
Or spirit killer charms
So, uh, are all Jadeborn born with stylized bird markings in their eyes or something? 
(Geass is not the traditional spelling. Sorry for the tease.)
[X]Ask about the idea.
--[X] Prepare the tactical Song Keeper.
(Geass is not the traditional spelling. Sorry for the tease.)
[X]Ask about the idea.
--[X] Prepare the tactical Song Keeper.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
While incinerating him in Green Sunfire and cutting him to pieces with the Sword of the Yozi won't kill Vodak, this level of vaporizing will at least get it out of people's hairs for a while.
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Nope. Not even Ghost-Eating Technique can do the job here. Its' stat block is explicit.
I mean, I'd kind of lean towards "dumb canon is dumb" there. It's not an actual Neverborn, just a Behemoth, so it should die like everything else does when you hit it with Exalted-tier spirit-killers.
Carrnage
Human
- Location
- New Zealand
Things not immune to sporit killer charms
- The architects of creation who's deaths are impossible
- The physical embodiment of perfection and virtue who battles reality warping horrors as a day job
- The top authorities of Creations own future manipulation engine
- A being drawn out of raw impossibility that fought her kin to the death and won before being made real
- Pissant Ghosts
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