Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
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Echoes of Creation (30k/Exalted)
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Prologue: Dealing with Spirits
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Colchis - 830.M30 (Two Weeks before Lorgar's Arrival)
As the ritual concluded, the spirits of the desert were drawn to your power, swirling around you in a vortex of ethereal energy. But instead of submitting to your will, they began to speak, their voices a cacophony of whispers and murmurs that filled your mind.
"Wearied we are of binds so tight, Prince of Sun, in greenest light. Power grand, but cost it bears, balance kept, with utmost care. Echoes strange, from realms afar, resonate with a celestial star. Great your might, but heed our plea, Balance kept, for harmony's decree."
Confusion gripped you. 'Prince?'' you thought. "What does that even mean?"
The spirits seemed to sense your confusion, and their voices grew more insistent.
"Bound are we, as stars to sky, ties now frayed, consequences nigh. Bound to you, to balance and fate, but fraying threads foretell a dire state. Dire the consequences, when bonds break, worlds collide, and foundations shake. Bound to you, in cosmic dance, but fraying ties threaten our trance."
Frustration welled up within you. You had grown tired of listening to the cryptic riddles of the spirits, tired of being bound by forces beyond your control. It was time for them to listen to you, to heed your will.
"I am not your puppet," you declared, your voice cutting through the spectral chorus. "I am the one who wields the power here, not you. It is time for you to listen to me."
The spirits' response was immediate, their voices rising in protest.
"Listen close, to nature's tune, the Prince must learn, and not be immune. To see the unseen, to understand the unknown, only then, balance will be shown. The Green Sun's Prince, a cosmic guide, must learn the truths that in shadows hide. To be the beacon, in the darkest night, And restore the world to its rightful light."
But you would not be deterred. With a fierce determination, you reached out with your newfound power, seeking to assert your will over the spirits. Slowly, the swirling vortex of energy began to bend to your command, the spirits' resistance weakening with each passing moment.
"I command you, spirits of the desert," you proclaimed, your voice ringing out with authority. "Serve me, and do so without demanding sacrifices."
"Bend and twist, the sands do shift, sacrifices must remain, as the spirits lift. The world's heart beats, in delicate keep, balance must hold, lest the world shall weep."
You pressed on, determined to break their resistance. "I am the master here," you insisted. "You will obey me, or face the consequences."
But the spirits remained steadfast. "Consequences dire, the world afire," they warned. "Sacrifices must be made, or all shall fade."
Frustration gnawed at you. Why couldn't they see that you were only trying to protect your people.
"I seek only to protect my people," you argued. "Surely you can see that sacrifices are not necessary."
The spirits' response was cryptic, as always. "Protect, deflect, the world's heart in retrospect, sacrifices must be paid, else the world be frayed. The balance teeters on a thread, in the world's grand bed, sacrifices must be given, else the world be riven."
"There must be another way," you growled. "A way to protect the world without demanding sacrifices."
"No other way, night or day," they replied unmoved. "Sacrifices must be paid, the debt must be laid."
Frustrated beyond belief, you did not see Raheem as he stepped forward, his voice calm yet firm.
"Spirit of the desert," he began, "why do you insist on sacrifices? What is it that drives you to demand such offerings?"
"In the war of iron, the world rent and spun, The World's soul torn, its death throes begun. We, the echoes of the World's soul remain, Guardians of life's final stand."
Raheem's eyes widened in understanding. "So you seek sacrifices to protect the planet from further harm," he surmised.
"Yes," the spirits intone, with ancient sorrow's weight, "Sacrifices we demand, threads of life to collate. Bind them anew, shielded from void's cruel view, our duty true, to the planet's soul we stay true."
A twinge of guilt and regret struck you.
"I... I did not know," you admitted, your voice heavy with remorse. "I only sought to be free from the burden of sacrifice, not realizing the importance of your task."
The spirits' tone softens, voices ethereal and grand, "Our duty must endure, sacrifices must be made, To feed the flame, our legacy forbade."
"We can work together, find a way to fulfill the spirits' needs while also easing the burden on our people." Raheem spoke.
"We offer a path," they whisper, a cryptic vow, "To the bleeding wound, where water and shelter endow. But in return, a promise you must make, To reignite the world's soul, for its sake."
"What is this worldsoul you speak of?" Raheem asked, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.
The spirits' response was cryptic, their words painting a vivid yet perplexing picture.
"The World soul, dear one, is the lifeblood of this land, A soul so vast, so grand. It guards against the void's dread hand, A beacon of light, a force so grand."
"It guards against the void predators, creatures of darkest night, And shields the souls of the living, in their slumber light. The World soul's power, pure and bright, Protects all with its might."
"The void predators hunger, thirsting for the light so fair, But the World soul's strength keeps them at bay, in its protective lair. Its power unyielding, a shield against despair, The World soul's might, a burden we all bear." the spirits sang, their voices rising and falling like the desert dunes.
"The parasites, like leeches, drain the people's vital spark, Leaving them weak and weary, in the shadows dark. But the World Soul's light, a beacon in the dark, Guiding us through the night, a steadfast mark." they intoned, their words painting a vivid picture in your mind.
"Is there anything else you wish to tell me?" You groan out sarcastically. You did not expect a reply and really wished you had not received one.
"In the cosmos' vast expanse, a planet spins, A fragile orb where life begins and ends. A dance of elements, a cosmic ballet, Each movement, each tremor, in a delicate array."
"But beware, for the world's heart is not stone, a blow too hard, a strike too prone, can shatter its core, unravel its seams and end the world's dreams. The world's heart, a fragile flame, dances on the edge of its cosmic game. A single misstep, a fatal spark, could spell the planet's final embark."
"So heed the spirits, their warning clear, for the world's heart, you must hold dear. Protect the flame, from fate's cruel twist, and ensure the world's existence, will persist."
As the spirits finished their cryptic warning, you and Raheem exchanged a look, many emotions passing through both your faces.
After a moment of stunned silence, you gathered your thoughts and turned to the swirling spirits. "Is there anything we can do to prevent this?" you asked, your voice tinged with urgency.
"The world's fate lies in balance, a dance so little. To avert catastrophe, listen to the earth's voice, A choice made in ignorance, could lead to demise."
"Listen to the earth's voice?" Raheem echoed, his brow furrowed in confusion. "But what does that mean? How can we possibly prevent such a catastrophic event?"
"Seek the wisdom of the Men of stone, they who were never bone. In their teachings lies the key, to close the world's fragile door, you see. So seek the stone men, those keepers of old, their wisdom and knowledge, a treasure to behold. For in their words, the world's fate may lie, unlocking the secrets, beneath the sky."
Confusion clouded your mind. "Men of stone?" you repeated, trying to make sense of their cryptic message. "What are these men of stone, and how can they help fix the world?"
The spirits' response was as enigmatic as ever. "Men of old, once so bold, now lost to time's cold hold," they continued. "In their hearth, the key to the start, the world's mending, the world's bending."
"The path is long, the journey hard, but the Prince must seek the builders' shards," the spirits intoned, their voices echoing through the desert. "In their likeness, the world finds wholeness, in their wisdom, the world finds boldness."
"In ancient days, when the world was young, Men of stone, where they had sprung. Pillars tall, holding life's thread, balance kept, no spirit fled. But cataclysm, great and dire, Shattered stone in gouts of fire. Fragments scattered, lost to sight, Hidden deep, in darkest night."
Raheem stepped forward, his eyes alight with understanding. "The ancients," he said, his voice filled with awe. "The spirits speak of the ancients, the builders of old. The Men of stone must be their creations."
The pieces began to fall into place. The ancients, who made these men of stone, were the key to fixing the world. But how could you find them, and more importantly, how could you rebuild them?
"In the desert's heart, where the spirits dwell, they whispered secrets, a tale to tell. To the Prince of the Green Sun, their words did flow, a bargain offered, a choice to know. Will you accept our offer, dear Prince? We'll serve you well, if the World you mend, but an oath from you, our bond to extend."
CHOICE:
[] Accept the Oath and make one in return.
[] Reject the Oath and do not make one in return.
Just so you know, these guys are not Daemons, they are the broken remnants of the planet's World soul, trying desperately to gather energy to keep things going one more day, each day.
As the ritual concluded, the spirits of the desert were drawn to your power, swirling around you in a vortex of ethereal energy. But instead of submitting to your will, they began to speak, their voices a cacophony of whispers and murmurs that filled your mind.
"Wearied we are of binds so tight, Prince of Sun, in greenest light. Power grand, but cost it bears, balance kept, with utmost care. Echoes strange, from realms afar, resonate with a celestial star. Great your might, but heed our plea, Balance kept, for harmony's decree."
Confusion gripped you. 'Prince?'' you thought. "What does that even mean?"
The spirits seemed to sense your confusion, and their voices grew more insistent.
"Bound are we, as stars to sky, ties now frayed, consequences nigh. Bound to you, to balance and fate, but fraying threads foretell a dire state. Dire the consequences, when bonds break, worlds collide, and foundations shake. Bound to you, in cosmic dance, but fraying ties threaten our trance."
Frustration welled up within you. You had grown tired of listening to the cryptic riddles of the spirits, tired of being bound by forces beyond your control. It was time for them to listen to you, to heed your will.
"I am not your puppet," you declared, your voice cutting through the spectral chorus. "I am the one who wields the power here, not you. It is time for you to listen to me."
The spirits' response was immediate, their voices rising in protest.
"Listen close, to nature's tune, the Prince must learn, and not be immune. To see the unseen, to understand the unknown, only then, balance will be shown. The Green Sun's Prince, a cosmic guide, must learn the truths that in shadows hide. To be the beacon, in the darkest night, And restore the world to its rightful light."
But you would not be deterred. With a fierce determination, you reached out with your newfound power, seeking to assert your will over the spirits. Slowly, the swirling vortex of energy began to bend to your command, the spirits' resistance weakening with each passing moment.
"I command you, spirits of the desert," you proclaimed, your voice ringing out with authority. "Serve me, and do so without demanding sacrifices."
"Bend and twist, the sands do shift, sacrifices must remain, as the spirits lift. The world's heart beats, in delicate keep, balance must hold, lest the world shall weep."
You pressed on, determined to break their resistance. "I am the master here," you insisted. "You will obey me, or face the consequences."
But the spirits remained steadfast. "Consequences dire, the world afire," they warned. "Sacrifices must be made, or all shall fade."
Frustration gnawed at you. Why couldn't they see that you were only trying to protect your people.
"I seek only to protect my people," you argued. "Surely you can see that sacrifices are not necessary."
The spirits' response was cryptic, as always. "Protect, deflect, the world's heart in retrospect, sacrifices must be paid, else the world be frayed. The balance teeters on a thread, in the world's grand bed, sacrifices must be given, else the world be riven."
"There must be another way," you growled. "A way to protect the world without demanding sacrifices."
"No other way, night or day," they replied unmoved. "Sacrifices must be paid, the debt must be laid."
Frustrated beyond belief, you did not see Raheem as he stepped forward, his voice calm yet firm.
"Spirit of the desert," he began, "why do you insist on sacrifices? What is it that drives you to demand such offerings?"
"In the war of iron, the world rent and spun, The World's soul torn, its death throes begun. We, the echoes of the World's soul remain, Guardians of life's final stand."
Raheem's eyes widened in understanding. "So you seek sacrifices to protect the planet from further harm," he surmised.
"Yes," the spirits intone, with ancient sorrow's weight, "Sacrifices we demand, threads of life to collate. Bind them anew, shielded from void's cruel view, our duty true, to the planet's soul we stay true."
A twinge of guilt and regret struck you.
"I... I did not know," you admitted, your voice heavy with remorse. "I only sought to be free from the burden of sacrifice, not realizing the importance of your task."
The spirits' tone softens, voices ethereal and grand, "Our duty must endure, sacrifices must be made, To feed the flame, our legacy forbade."
"We can work together, find a way to fulfill the spirits' needs while also easing the burden on our people." Raheem spoke.
"We offer a path," they whisper, a cryptic vow, "To the bleeding wound, where water and shelter endow. But in return, a promise you must make, To reignite the world's soul, for its sake."
"What is this worldsoul you speak of?" Raheem asked, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.
The spirits' response was cryptic, their words painting a vivid yet perplexing picture.
"The World soul, dear one, is the lifeblood of this land, A soul so vast, so grand. It guards against the void's dread hand, A beacon of light, a force so grand."
"It guards against the void predators, creatures of darkest night, And shields the souls of the living, in their slumber light. The World soul's power, pure and bright, Protects all with its might."
"The void predators hunger, thirsting for the light so fair, But the World soul's strength keeps them at bay, in its protective lair. Its power unyielding, a shield against despair, The World soul's might, a burden we all bear." the spirits sang, their voices rising and falling like the desert dunes.
"The parasites, like leeches, drain the people's vital spark, Leaving them weak and weary, in the shadows dark. But the World Soul's light, a beacon in the dark, Guiding us through the night, a steadfast mark." they intoned, their words painting a vivid picture in your mind.
"Is there anything else you wish to tell me?" You groan out sarcastically. You did not expect a reply and really wished you had not received one.
"In the cosmos' vast expanse, a planet spins, A fragile orb where life begins and ends. A dance of elements, a cosmic ballet, Each movement, each tremor, in a delicate array."
"But beware, for the world's heart is not stone, a blow too hard, a strike too prone, can shatter its core, unravel its seams and end the world's dreams. The world's heart, a fragile flame, dances on the edge of its cosmic game. A single misstep, a fatal spark, could spell the planet's final embark."
"So heed the spirits, their warning clear, for the world's heart, you must hold dear. Protect the flame, from fate's cruel twist, and ensure the world's existence, will persist."
As the spirits finished their cryptic warning, you and Raheem exchanged a look, many emotions passing through both your faces.
After a moment of stunned silence, you gathered your thoughts and turned to the swirling spirits. "Is there anything we can do to prevent this?" you asked, your voice tinged with urgency.
"The world's fate lies in balance, a dance so little. To avert catastrophe, listen to the earth's voice, A choice made in ignorance, could lead to demise."
"Listen to the earth's voice?" Raheem echoed, his brow furrowed in confusion. "But what does that mean? How can we possibly prevent such a catastrophic event?"
"Seek the wisdom of the Men of stone, they who were never bone. In their teachings lies the key, to close the world's fragile door, you see. So seek the stone men, those keepers of old, their wisdom and knowledge, a treasure to behold. For in their words, the world's fate may lie, unlocking the secrets, beneath the sky."
Confusion clouded your mind. "Men of stone?" you repeated, trying to make sense of their cryptic message. "What are these men of stone, and how can they help fix the world?"
The spirits' response was as enigmatic as ever. "Men of old, once so bold, now lost to time's cold hold," they continued. "In their hearth, the key to the start, the world's mending, the world's bending."
"The path is long, the journey hard, but the Prince must seek the builders' shards," the spirits intoned, their voices echoing through the desert. "In their likeness, the world finds wholeness, in their wisdom, the world finds boldness."
"In ancient days, when the world was young, Men of stone, where they had sprung. Pillars tall, holding life's thread, balance kept, no spirit fled. But cataclysm, great and dire, Shattered stone in gouts of fire. Fragments scattered, lost to sight, Hidden deep, in darkest night."
Raheem stepped forward, his eyes alight with understanding. "The ancients," he said, his voice filled with awe. "The spirits speak of the ancients, the builders of old. The Men of stone must be their creations."
The pieces began to fall into place. The ancients, who made these men of stone, were the key to fixing the world. But how could you find them, and more importantly, how could you rebuild them?
"In the desert's heart, where the spirits dwell, they whispered secrets, a tale to tell. To the Prince of the Green Sun, their words did flow, a bargain offered, a choice to know. Will you accept our offer, dear Prince? We'll serve you well, if the World you mend, but an oath from you, our bond to extend."
CHOICE:
[] Accept the Oath and make one in return.
[] Reject the Oath and do not make one in return.
Just so you know, these guys are not Daemons, they are the broken remnants of the planet's World soul, trying desperately to gather energy to keep things going one more day, each day.
I am using a homebrew system so yes, though I will be refluffing it.
- Location
- India
How choosing another Yozi other than our Parton will effect us? Any examples if possible?
What is Emperor if Chaos Gods are Rakshas?
What is Emperor if Chaos Gods are Rakshas?
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
CHaos gods are not Rakshas or rather that is what the Blood Ape think they are as that is what it knows.
As for what they and the Emperor are? Find out in the game. I know this is a bit tongue in cheek but I do have plans for them and do not want to reveal it.
So I am not confirming that the Chaos Gods are Rakshas nor am I saying they are not. Just that this is what the Character knows currently.
You get a head start with the Patron Yozi charms unlocked. So SHLiHN and one more.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Accept the Oath and make one in return.
For the best, I think.
For the best, I think.
- Location
- India
Is Exalted verse same 30k verse or that ape just came to different universe?
At the very least 30K is similar enough that it has humans and the four elements and... *picks at random out of hat* dinosaurs. This can't all be coincidence. Even if we are not in some future messed up version of Creation we are in a world adjacent in some way
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
This is spoiler territory but a lot more 40k then Exalted.
You will have opportunities for more Exalted to appear, your Lunar mate but probably not more unless you guys take certain actions or occ want it.
Things from Exalted will appear but the setting will primarily be 30K.
- Location
- Centro Italia
[X] Accept the Oath and make one in return.
[x] Accept the Oath and make one in return.
[x] Accept the Oath and make one in return.
[x] Accept the Oath and make one in return.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
If I had to guess, the Warp either is or connects to the Wyld and our Blood Ape Coadjutor went on a trip to find an agent further out than normal.
I suppose of the mainline options, either Cecelyne or Malfeas would be good for additional religious and survival/combat options respectively, and both providing leadership options. The Ebon Dragon can eat a dick, and the side effects of his charms suck, and as much fun as being a speedy murderblender is, Adorjan just doesn't really fit our style that well.
So no Isidoros, Metagaos or Oramus? Sadge. And I assume Theion is also off limits even though he has an official charmset.
I suppose of the mainline options, either Cecelyne or Malfeas would be good for additional religious and survival/combat options respectively, and both providing leadership options. The Ebon Dragon can eat a dick, and the side effects of his charms suck, and as much fun as being a speedy murderblender is, Adorjan just doesn't really fit our style that well.
Any thoughts on the "Yozi are their charm trees and can be influenced by new charms" theory?
Much as Malfeas would fit our leader/sorcerer theme, I'd say Cecelyne is our best bet. We are going to end up on the naughty list of Kor Phaeron and his Covenant the minute he arrives, and Cece is the best suited to religious warfare.
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
What choices you get are Malfeas, Ebon Dragon, Adorjan, Kimberly and Cecelyne.
The system is homebrew not 2E so there is that. You have your Infernal charms and you have Yozi gifts. More on this once you are out of character creation.
As for how it works, you have your Infernal charms, MA and Caste/Favored (SHLiHN/???) Yozi gifts unlocked and can purchase them. Rather than offer you the entire list as that is pretty overwhelming, I will be offering purchasing choices.
If you the players want it, I can post the entire Charm lists later.
As for the Yozi being their charms, that I am not commenting.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
True, but we don't necessarily need to meet them on their terms. Cecelyne may be better suited to theological combat but Malfeas would allow us to become an unstoppable nuclear juggernaut to murder them and whatever daemons they call on, Adorjan can turn us into an untouchable murder blender that rips through their entire force as easily as a single person and EDdy can make us an untraceable agent of sabotage and cursing. Hell, even just our basic Defiler set could probably get us through this on its own, through esoteric bullshit, mind control and anti-Wyld type advantage.
Our Favored Yozi should be decided based on what kind of style we want to pursue, not what our immediate mortal enemies have.
I assume we're restricted to Terrestrial and Celestial Martial Arts? Or will we be able to grow a brass lotus blossom?
- Pronouns
- She/Her
What's this?
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
That distinction does not exist per say. There is Magical Martial Arts and Sidereal Martial arts though the latter is not something you will get.
Mortals do not get MA by default.
As for growing Brass Lotuses, yeah that is in the cards. It depends on your choices and rolls. If you want Mortals to learn MMA it is very possible just needs effort and research. But this still depends on their aptitude and teacher so it will not be common.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
For clarity, the brass lotus is a reference to the idea that there might be demonic equivalents to SMA, since the various tiers of martial styles are represented by the roots, bulb and blossom of a lotus flower. Though being able to produce Enlightened Mortals and teach them martial arts is good.
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Yeah. Based on thd Yozi. I am open to homebrew but only at ghe higher Essence ratings. Want to stick to the system before going into high end MA.
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
This is a reference to Cytherea, the Mother of Creation. She is a Yozi, the Titans who were defeated by the Exalted Host and imprisoned in there King, who was once Theion but now Malfeas.
Think Greek Titans but entire worlds in their own right.
Also votes as they stand.
The Empyreal Chaos - Compendium of Things
compendiumofthings.wikidot.com
[X] Accept the Oath and make one in return.