Nothing Eternal
Without calculation, failure.
Without ruthlessness, tragedy.
It was hubris to take the lives of so many into his palm. But it was greater hubris still to think that he could save them all. Not when he was this weak still, and to rise to his previous heights required time that not even the Sundial Throne could buy him. Better to sacrifice, and succeed, rather than gamble it all on some interminably lengthier plan with longer odds. The Exalted could grasp far beyond mortal men, but their reach was was not infinite.
Not when the Exalted were but twilight stars, dimming in the final hour of the gods. A frail shadow of what had been, but that was all they had.
He would trust Odyssial's design, this time.
Ulyssian stood, and committed the map and its annotations to memory. The parchment curled and singed under his regard, burning away into twisted tatters of ash, black like dragon coils.
---
"I'm going to turn off the Pole of Air," he announced later, after the plans were made and the prophecies sent rippling across Creation's surface.
Moon and The Lily both looked up from what they were doing to stare at him. Nilul continued to crochet coquettishly, while the Celestine paused in the doorway.
"Understood," the jade construct said. "You needn't worry, father. I shall prepare Luseng for this occurrence!" She turned around and marched swiftly out of the throne room, humming the Lusengese national anthem.
"Um, Uly," Moon ventured, "why?"
"It's the only way I can think of to efficiently unite the Exalted host while removing our present problems," he replied, preparing for the storm of counter-arguments. He was resolved; they would not sway him now. Still, he far preferred to undergo this with his friends rather than alone.
"Manually attempting to conquer, convince, or reliably ally with all the other Solars and Lunars is a fool's errand," he continued, "and to do so with the support of the Dragon-Blooded as well is nearly impossible, not without decades of work. However, so long as those Exaltations run free, they will constantly work at cross-purposes, doing far more damage to Creation than they repair. The Lunar Dominions attack the Realm, and the result is that both of Creation's major defenders are weakened."
"So you want to create a common enemy," The Lily asked, "yourself?"
"That is one possible outcome," Ulyssian hedged, maintaining his confident tone. "though I'm hoping that the extinguishing of the Air Pole will serve as a better unifying threat. I chose the Pole of Air because it's the closest save for the Earth Pole, which is too important, and we have a master of air manipulation that might be able to benefit from the gathered energies."
He nodded towards Moon.
"Aha!" Nilul exclaimed, throwing aside her horribly mangled sewing-work to point the needles at him. "So, it's just an elaborate scheme to power up Moon! I knew it!"
Moon blushed.
"Nilul!" She protested. "T-this is no time for jokes!"
"I'm not joking," Nilul soldiered onwards, "and I approve wholeheartedly. Good job, Uly!"
"...Somehow I feel worse about this than I did coming in here," Ulyssian muttered.
"Anyway," he said, recovering slightly, "You've all seen how hard Moon works. There's no one that deserves the power more than her, and I admit it's a desirable side-effect. However,"
"Trying to justify your denials just makes the whole thing more transparent," Nilul said, arching an eyebrow.
"However," Ulyssian continued, resolutely ignoring Nilul, "Moon is right. This is absolutely not something we can make light of. If successful, my plan will kill tens of millions of mortals. If the wars of the Exalted continue unabated, far more than tens of millions may die, but we can't judge hypothetical lives saved against the real cost of this spell."
"Only tens of millions?" Moon asked. As he'd spoken, she'd been writing with her usual clear alacrity. "My calculations say at least a hundred million- ah! Uly must have created plans to minimize the damage already, right?"
"Just so," He said. "Plans that, when implemented, will also heavily incentivize the Exalted involved to stop their infighting and turn towards the threats that really matter against Creation."
Moon placed a gentle palm atop his. "If you think it's right, Uly, then I'll always support you."
"Aww~" Nilul bounced in her seat with amusement.
"N-not like that!" Moon yelled, rearing on her, cheeks flushed.
"Hm?" Nilul asked. "Like what? I was just admiring my handiwork," she indicated the stitching on her desk.
"Y-you!" Moon pouted, furious with the trembling rage that was symptomatic of extensive exposure to Nilul.
The Lily, on the other hand, was smiling sadly. The room dimmed at her gentle melancholy.
"You are resolved to do this," she said.
"I hope this doesn't make us enemies," he cut to the point.
"We can't be allies if you do this," she replied, shaking her head. "but... I don't want to fight my friends, either."
"I told you I would be a terrible friend," he said. "You shouldn't have expected anything less. For what it's worth, Lily, I'm sorry. No one could ask for a truer friend than you, especially not me."
"You are a man of your word," she said wryly. "I understand. I know you don't have bad intentions at heart. I can't help you, but I won't stand in your way."
"I still owe you a major favor, I won't-"
She shook her head again.
"A good friend may repay his favors, but a great friend never counts them in the first place, and I told you which type of friend I am as well." She smiled kindly at him, a smile which still caused his heart temporarily to stop-
"Nothing's owed between us, Uly. I was happy to help you while I could. It was nice to be among Exalts without crossing blades. But nothing beautiful in this world is also eternal."
The Lily nodded at Nilul and Moon as well. "Girls, I'll miss-"
"Oh, come here, you," Nilul said, wrapping her in a hug. When she was done, Moon approached as well, taking her in a sisterly embrace. The Lily had gotten along well with both of them, though their mutual conspiracies against him had sometimes been maddening.
And then she turned and walked out of the Throne room, her shadow a knife splitting stone, the inklike spill of her ponytail swaying from side to side. The Lily of the Valley was gone, and Ulyssian felt a strange void within himself, like the hollow against which an imprint might once have been laid.
Onwards.
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Ulyssian summoned the Chariot of the Sun, pulled by the Odyssian Horse. Conjured into reality by sheer force of Sorcery, the Horse stood seven feet at the shoulder and gleamed with the lethal shine of dawn. Its hoofbeats thundered like diamond against the invisible flagstones of the sky. Upon such a steed, a party could travel near the full span of the world in a single day's ride, though the Chariot would only persist while the sun was still present. Aided by such tremendous speed, the journey to the Pole of Air was a brief one, and Ulyssian and Moon made good time. They encountered marauding fae and stranger guardians still, a bleak and numberless army of Pole-twisted monstrosities, but such foes dissolved like morning dew before the might of the Dawn Caste. Ulyssian had grown as strong as a Solar of his age would conventionally become, a threat against which the Scarlet Empress would have mustered a full dozen Legions and the Sword of Creation besides. No lesser force could bar his path for long.
The die was cast. For the first time in centuries, all Creation hung in the balance of one Exalt's hubris.
What was the nature of Ulyssian's prepared Prophecies?
[ ] Fortress Luseng - Focus on additionally fortifying and sheltering Luseng from all forms of disruption, military or climatic, creating strong incentives for immigration and bringing millions of additional mortals under your sway. Luseng, having spent much of its supernatural preparation towards exactly this contingency of overpopulation, is very well-equipped to provide for more mortals - it's a simple scaling-up of existing systems, now that your sorcerous might suffices to feed the nation entire. By forging Luseng into an indestructible citadel, a shining jewel of military and supernatural might, you will empower your own future sorceries, as well as your divine allies. Further, you'll severely disincentivize attacks on your person or the state of Luseng, given the immense concentration of forces within it.
This does not mean your prophecies will neglect populaces in areas that can not contribute population to Luseng, just that your main focus will remain on the Kingdom.
Perhaps your ambitions are greater than one kingdom, no matter how brilliant. Then, will you choose War, or Peace?
[ ] Open The Path - Inspire a great spirit of civic duty and concern for mortal welfare (grounded in either morality, condescension, or stark economic pragmatism, it matters little) among the Dragon-Blooded of the Realm, diverting much of their attention towards reconstruction, large-scale terrestrial engineering, and other non-combat projects. This will leave the Realm relatively vulnerable to a decisive alpha strike towards the Sword of Creation, with which you can obliterate the invading Fae and stake out a claim for rulership of the Blessed Isle and adjunct territories. You initiated this plan to gain influence and power; it's time to go all-in. What legions are not directed towards earthmoving projects will be directed to defend against Lunar incursion, and their weakness to an attack by one of their own Satraps will be more evident than ever.
Of course, you will also weaken the Realm against any Exalts that wish it ill, such as the Lunars and Infernals. Zao will be furious as well. But all that matters little in face of the greater prize... there is a significant chance you will die in the attempt to capitalize on this plot. But if you succeed, oh, if you succeed...
[ ] Pax Odyssial - Truly the most ambitious of the potential projects in scale, you will attempt to fully unite the defenders of Creation against an external threat. That means adjusting ten thousand histories of hostile interaction across all Thirteen Great Houses and seven hundred Lunar or Lunar-allied dominions; the mass disincentivization of inter-Exalt war, and the casting aside both of ancient grudges and religious ideology to stand together against ecological devastation on a titanic scale. Of course, you cannot force Exalted action, only penalize certain routes and reward others. The peaceful will prosper and the pragmatic will seek (at least temporary) peace, but fanatics and warmongers both are fully capable of powering through your interdict, severe as it would be against a mortal army.
More will die under this plan than any other, and there is a significant chance you will simply fail. There is also a significant chance that they will unite against you. But if it succeeds, you will have writ large the legacy of Odyssial that is Ulyssian across the face of the cosmos, and none will be able to deny that Creation was forever changed by your prowess and your will. While many will die, hundreds of times their number will be saved over time, as decades of relative peace fall over the domains of the Exalted. Of course, such only applies for those Exalts with Creation's best interests in mind.