[X] Malefactor
Infernal boons to everyone.
Infernal boons to everyone.
Echoes of Creation (30k/Exalted)
- Thread starter Yzarc
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- Someplace Somewhere
[X] Defiler
I highly recommend Malefactor 30k-40k is a setting that requires scale to operate in properly. And being the wish granting lord of all, gives us far more reach and ablity to scale then some one off piece of super tech. Reminder the ultra tech Exalted is known for outright cannot even be maintained by none exalted, let alone built in the first place. Or the guy that can send 10 fleets of 10,000 ships to different areas, has more power then the one that only has a single supership that can only be one in place at a time.
Prologue: Second Breath
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Colchis - 830.M30 (Two Weeks before Lorgar's Arrival)
As you surrendered to the power, you were engulfed by a cosmic maelstrom of visions and revelations. Before you, a city of unparalleled magnificence and dread unfolded - its heart pulsating with the eerie glow of a green metal sun. The city was a testament to an ancient and unfathomable power, its very essence forged from the primordial elements of brass and basalt.
A voice kept thundering in your ears, its words reverberating through the vast expanse of space and time, yet their meaning remained elusive, shrouded in the enigma of the cosmos. You witnessed the splendor of hundreds of crystal spheres, each containing a universe of dreams, floating in the void like celestial bodies in an infinite night sky.
Your gaze fell upon the fallen ruler of a thousand realms, a being of incomprehensible power, his dominion unchallenged and absolute, yet the city itself seemed to twist and contort, its architecture alive and ever-changing, a testament to the cosmic tragedy that befell it - a fall from grace that shattered worlds and sundered realities.
You beheld a great dragon, bound and broken, its wings enveloping its own heart in a gesture of eternal torment, a symbol of a divine wound that could never heal. You glimpsed a realm of desolation and dreams, where an entity lay dormant, its dreams threatening to unravel the very fabric of reality itself.
In that moment, you knew - without understanding how or why - that you had been chosen to wield a power beyond mortal comprehension, to reshape the cosmos according to your will.
As the surge of power coursed through your veins like a raging inferno, you were filled with a raw, primal energy that both exhilarated and terrified you. The decision to accept the Blood Ape's offer in your moment of desperation had irrevocably changed you. Now, as you emerged from your power-induced trance, you felt a profound transformation deep within your soul.
As you rose, a profound sensation gripped you - an presence of something ancient and potent within your soul. It was as if an aspect to your being had been added, imbued with power and knowledge previously beyond your reach. Try as you might, the words to articulate this sensation slipped through your grasp, drowned in the tumultuous surge of revelations and newfound awareness.
Interrupting your introspection, Raheem's voice broke through, his words laden with uncertainty.
"Come with me, Chieftain," he implored, "We must summon the spirits of the desert. Your presence would greatly aid the summoning."
Raheem's request stirred conflicting emotions within you. The prospect of attending a summoning, especially after years of failed attempts, sparked a mix of emotions, both good and bad. The memory of your youthful struggles with summoning, always falling short compared to Raheem's confident prowess, still stung. Regret for the time and effort lost in those failures lingered.
Yet, as you stood under the desert sky, a glimmer of hope emerged. This was a chance at redemption, an opportunity to finally succeed where you once faltered. With newfound resolve, you followed Raheem into the desert, the burden of past failures weighing heavily on your shoulders. However, a sense of calm settled over you as you approached the summoning site. This time would be different. This time, you would demonstrate your true potential to all who doubted you.
As you approached the sacred oasis, a deep sense of lamentation washed over you. Once a vibrant hub of life and abundance, its waters flowing freely, the oasis now lay dry and forsaken. Its once-lush banks were cracked and barren, with only stagnant pools remaining, a stark contrast to the bustling activity and laughter of its past. The tribes had long ceased their visits, the oasis' significance fading with each passing year, a silent testament to the changing fortunes of your people and a poignant reminder of all that had been lost.
Standing at the oasis' edge, you couldn't shake the pang of sadness that gripped you. Memories of your youth flooded back, when the oasis was teeming with life and joy. Now, it stood as a somber symbol of change, reflecting the harsh realities your people faced.
You shake off your sorry by contemplating the necessity of sorcery for summoning the spirits of the desert. Sorcery was not merely a skill but a profound understanding of the universe's forces. It demanded sacrifice, a price paid to bend the universe to your will. At its core, sorcery was about balance and finesse, a delicate dance that required mastery.
To summon the spirits, you knew you must offer something meaningful in return. Yet, as you stood amidst the shifting sands, a revelation dawned upon you. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a newfound understanding.
No longer did you feel the need to sacrifice for power; you were power. It flowed through your veins, pulsing with each beat of your heart. With this realization came an unprecedented surge of confidence and strength. Raising your hands, you impose your will upon the world, commanding the very elements to heed your call.
As you focused on the ritual, ancient memories flooded your mind, guiding your actions with a clarity and purpose previously unknown to you. Raheem's cries of shock and desperation grew more pronounced, but you remained undeterred, consumed by the monumental task at hand.
"Chieftain, please," Raheem pleaded, his voice trembling. "This is not right. Whatever power you are drawing from, it is not worth the risk. Stop this madness before it's too late."
But you were unyielding, your mind consumed by the ancient knowledge flooding your consciousness.
"No," you replied, your voice firm. "This is the path I must take. The spirits call to us and we must listen. But now? Now I will call and they will listen."
"But at what cost? You are tampering with forces beyond your comprehension. You risk not only your own life but those of our tribe." Raheem begged as he stepped forward, desperation etched on his face.
"I have made my decision, Shaman," you said, your voice cold and resolute even as your patience wore thin. "I will not be swayed by fear or doubt. The ritual must be completed."
With that, you began channeling the Ethereal energies with a skill and precision that belied your years of failure. The desert around you seemed to respond, the air crackling with energy as the spirits of the desert were forced to heed your call.
Raheem watched in horror as the ritual unfolded, his pleas falling on deaf ears. He knew then that there was no stopping you, that you were determined to see this through to the end, no matter the cost. And as the spirits of the desert swirled around you, Raheem could only pray that you would emerge from this ordeal unscathed.
You did not pay attention to any of this however, lost in the ritual. Where before you felt like a blind man feeling out the world around you, now it is as if you possess omniscience. You could see every thread of energy, every possibility and outcome laid out before you. Your anima flares, a brilliant light that illuminates the desert around you, and your eyes open in your soul, granting you a vision of the world unlike anything you have ever experienced.
With this newfound clarity, you refine the ritual, shaping and molding the energies with a skill and precision that surprises even you.
As the ritual reaches its climax, Raheem falls to his knees by what he has witnessed. He looks up at you, his eyes wide with disbelief, fear and an emotion you cannot identify.
"What have you done, Fan Morgal?" he whispers, his voice filled with fear and awe.
But you do not answer, your gaze fixed on the ritual circle, now occupied by the so-called spirits of the desert.
You know that you have tapped into a power beyond mortal understanding and that your journey was only just beginning.
CHOOSE ONE:
[] The Talker
[] The Thinker
[] The Fighter
As you surrendered to the power, you were engulfed by a cosmic maelstrom of visions and revelations. Before you, a city of unparalleled magnificence and dread unfolded - its heart pulsating with the eerie glow of a green metal sun. The city was a testament to an ancient and unfathomable power, its very essence forged from the primordial elements of brass and basalt.
A voice kept thundering in your ears, its words reverberating through the vast expanse of space and time, yet their meaning remained elusive, shrouded in the enigma of the cosmos. You witnessed the splendor of hundreds of crystal spheres, each containing a universe of dreams, floating in the void like celestial bodies in an infinite night sky.
Your gaze fell upon the fallen ruler of a thousand realms, a being of incomprehensible power, his dominion unchallenged and absolute, yet the city itself seemed to twist and contort, its architecture alive and ever-changing, a testament to the cosmic tragedy that befell it - a fall from grace that shattered worlds and sundered realities.
You beheld a great dragon, bound and broken, its wings enveloping its own heart in a gesture of eternal torment, a symbol of a divine wound that could never heal. You glimpsed a realm of desolation and dreams, where an entity lay dormant, its dreams threatening to unravel the very fabric of reality itself.
In that moment, you knew - without understanding how or why - that you had been chosen to wield a power beyond mortal comprehension, to reshape the cosmos according to your will.
As the surge of power coursed through your veins like a raging inferno, you were filled with a raw, primal energy that both exhilarated and terrified you. The decision to accept the Blood Ape's offer in your moment of desperation had irrevocably changed you. Now, as you emerged from your power-induced trance, you felt a profound transformation deep within your soul.
As you rose, a profound sensation gripped you - an presence of something ancient and potent within your soul. It was as if an aspect to your being had been added, imbued with power and knowledge previously beyond your reach. Try as you might, the words to articulate this sensation slipped through your grasp, drowned in the tumultuous surge of revelations and newfound awareness.
Interrupting your introspection, Raheem's voice broke through, his words laden with uncertainty.
"Come with me, Chieftain," he implored, "We must summon the spirits of the desert. Your presence would greatly aid the summoning."
Raheem's request stirred conflicting emotions within you. The prospect of attending a summoning, especially after years of failed attempts, sparked a mix of emotions, both good and bad. The memory of your youthful struggles with summoning, always falling short compared to Raheem's confident prowess, still stung. Regret for the time and effort lost in those failures lingered.
Yet, as you stood under the desert sky, a glimmer of hope emerged. This was a chance at redemption, an opportunity to finally succeed where you once faltered. With newfound resolve, you followed Raheem into the desert, the burden of past failures weighing heavily on your shoulders. However, a sense of calm settled over you as you approached the summoning site. This time would be different. This time, you would demonstrate your true potential to all who doubted you.
As you approached the sacred oasis, a deep sense of lamentation washed over you. Once a vibrant hub of life and abundance, its waters flowing freely, the oasis now lay dry and forsaken. Its once-lush banks were cracked and barren, with only stagnant pools remaining, a stark contrast to the bustling activity and laughter of its past. The tribes had long ceased their visits, the oasis' significance fading with each passing year, a silent testament to the changing fortunes of your people and a poignant reminder of all that had been lost.
Standing at the oasis' edge, you couldn't shake the pang of sadness that gripped you. Memories of your youth flooded back, when the oasis was teeming with life and joy. Now, it stood as a somber symbol of change, reflecting the harsh realities your people faced.
You shake off your sorry by contemplating the necessity of sorcery for summoning the spirits of the desert. Sorcery was not merely a skill but a profound understanding of the universe's forces. It demanded sacrifice, a price paid to bend the universe to your will. At its core, sorcery was about balance and finesse, a delicate dance that required mastery.
To summon the spirits, you knew you must offer something meaningful in return. Yet, as you stood amidst the shifting sands, a revelation dawned upon you. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a newfound understanding.
No longer did you feel the need to sacrifice for power; you were power. It flowed through your veins, pulsing with each beat of your heart. With this realization came an unprecedented surge of confidence and strength. Raising your hands, you impose your will upon the world, commanding the very elements to heed your call.
As you focused on the ritual, ancient memories flooded your mind, guiding your actions with a clarity and purpose previously unknown to you. Raheem's cries of shock and desperation grew more pronounced, but you remained undeterred, consumed by the monumental task at hand.
"Chieftain, please," Raheem pleaded, his voice trembling. "This is not right. Whatever power you are drawing from, it is not worth the risk. Stop this madness before it's too late."
But you were unyielding, your mind consumed by the ancient knowledge flooding your consciousness.
"No," you replied, your voice firm. "This is the path I must take. The spirits call to us and we must listen. But now? Now I will call and they will listen."
"But at what cost? You are tampering with forces beyond your comprehension. You risk not only your own life but those of our tribe." Raheem begged as he stepped forward, desperation etched on his face.
"I have made my decision, Shaman," you said, your voice cold and resolute even as your patience wore thin. "I will not be swayed by fear or doubt. The ritual must be completed."
With that, you began channeling the Ethereal energies with a skill and precision that belied your years of failure. The desert around you seemed to respond, the air crackling with energy as the spirits of the desert were forced to heed your call.
Raheem watched in horror as the ritual unfolded, his pleas falling on deaf ears. He knew then that there was no stopping you, that you were determined to see this through to the end, no matter the cost. And as the spirits of the desert swirled around you, Raheem could only pray that you would emerge from this ordeal unscathed.
You did not pay attention to any of this however, lost in the ritual. Where before you felt like a blind man feeling out the world around you, now it is as if you possess omniscience. You could see every thread of energy, every possibility and outcome laid out before you. Your anima flares, a brilliant light that illuminates the desert around you, and your eyes open in your soul, granting you a vision of the world unlike anything you have ever experienced.
With this newfound clarity, you refine the ritual, shaping and molding the energies with a skill and precision that surprises even you.
As the ritual reaches its climax, Raheem falls to his knees by what he has witnessed. He looks up at you, his eyes wide with disbelief, fear and an emotion you cannot identify.
"What have you done, Fan Morgal?" he whispers, his voice filled with fear and awe.
But you do not answer, your gaze fixed on the ritual circle, now occupied by the so-called spirits of the desert.
You know that you have tapped into a power beyond mortal understanding and that your journey was only just beginning.
CHOOSE ONE:
[] The Talker
| Physical - 2 | Social - 4 | Mental - 3 | |
| Close Combat - 4 | Bureaucracy - 2 | Craft - 3 | Navigate - 1 |
| Athletics - 1 | Socialize - 3 | Sagacity - 5 | Stealth - 1 |
| War - 2 | Awareness - 2 | Presence - 3 | Ranged Combat |
[] The Thinker
| Physical - 2 | Social - 3 | Mental - 4 | |
| Close Combat - 3 | Bureaucracy - 2 | Craft - 4 | Navigate - 1 |
| Athletics - 1 | Socialize - 3 | Sagacity - 5 | Stealth - 1 |
| War - 2 | Awareness - 2 | Presence - 3 | Ranged Combat |
[] The Fighter
| Physical - 4 | Social - 2 | Mental - 3 | |
| Close Combat - 5 | Bureaucracy - 2 | Craft - 3 | Navigate - 1 |
| Athletics - 1 | Socialize - 3 | Sagacity - 4 | Stealth - 1 |
| War - 2 | Awareness - 2 | Presence - 3 | Ranged Combat |
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[X] The Talker
Some amount of leadership skill will be required and it's not like our mental skills are bad.
Some amount of leadership skill will be required and it's not like our mental skills are bad.
- Location
- India
[X] The Thinker
It is ideal to deal with esoteric conceptual entities like chaos.
It is ideal to deal with esoteric conceptual entities like chaos.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] The Thinker
Most fitting here, and we do have the same amount of social skills no matter what.
Most fitting here, and we do have the same amount of social skills no matter what.
So speaking of Chaos, big question in the context of the crossover, what do you guys think the four Reality Cancers are? They kind of feel like truly titanic Unshaped of a particularly unwholesome bent, but the thing is they are all too able to send pieces of themselves into material reality without getting stuck in there. In fact the opposite happens, reality rejects them. Also they seem to be shaped by the beliefs of mortals in the way Gods would be... so new theory, they are Gods that either devoured or were devoured by the unshaped creating some kind of monstrous melange that craves physicality even as it despises all that us physical.
[x] The Talker
We need the ablity to influance and win over people on a globle level scale.
We need the ablity to influance and win over people on a globle level scale.
[X] The Thinker
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
On this. This is what Fan Morgal knows.
OFC Unreliable narrator is in full effect and the Blood Ape can be mistaken. So take this with z huge grain of salt.
[X] The Thinker
- Location
- Someplace Somewhere
[X] The Thinker
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
[X] The Thinker
I'm most familiar with 2e charms and lore, but a good solid Defiler is always interesting.
I'm most familiar with 2e charms and lore, but a good solid Defiler is always interesting.
[X] The Thinker
[X] The Thinker
- Pronouns
- Zack
[X] The Talker
- Location
- Centro Italia
[X] The Thinker
- Location
- India
Can we able to decide which Yozi will be our main Patron?
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Finishing the update but your caste Yozi is fixed, SHLiHN. You can pick the favoured Yozi.
- Location
- India
Is Mother of Creation possible option?