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a body
@TenfoldShields put all my exp into mushu pls
Exalted: Out Of The Eater
- Thread starter TenfoldShields
- Start date
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
[X] Plan Bad Dragon
[X] Plan "No Man, No Monster So Mighty"
Why do we call it Bad Dragon when our familiar is a Good Boi?
Why do we call it Bad Dragon when our familiar is a Good Boi?
TenfoldShields
Lounging on a Hoard of Words
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Yoooo, very nice I like it. Wonderful (awful) imagery and the intention is pretty pitch-perfect I think. For No Man, No Monster So Mighty and much belatedly for the really fantastic poem you did take 50xp apiece, 100xp total.
(Also, small reminder that plans need to spend all of the 1000xp; mostly for the fact that I want to forestall people banking it. So just drop that last 50 it doesn't allot Somewhere and you're pretty much golden.)
Dybbukpossesed
Falling Somewhere
- Location
- California
[X] Plan "No Man, No Monster So Mighty"
-[X] Liege (Steel-and-Ember Elegia), 375 xp
-[X] Primary Skill: Midnight, 250 xp, (625)
-[X] Charms: Dread Anatomy, 250 xp (875)
-[X] Lament's Mirror, 75 xp (950 xp)
-[X] Liege (Steel-and-Ember Elegia), 375 xp
-[X] Primary Skill: Midnight, 250 xp, (625)
-[X] Charms: Dread Anatomy, 250 xp (875)
-[X] Lament's Mirror, 75 xp (950 xp)
- Location
- HELL
- Pronouns
- They/It
[X] Plan "No Man, No Monster So Mighty"
and i'm not just voting it because of a smol moth.
and i'm not just voting it because of a smol moth.
mothematics
How wide is the concept of "you"?
- Location
- the bottom of a coffee cup
- Pronouns
- She/Her
A modification to my vote, @s111592 @EarthScorpion @Cornuthaum @Spear @TheOneMoiderah - letting you know in case it changes anything.
We have 50 EXP unaccounted for, and I just got 100 EXP to spend on my own. So I have to apportion that 150 EXP and account for it in the vote.
50 EXP of mine will go to @EarthScorpion's expenditure and will be used to acquire Dark Messiah Style, leaving us with 100 EXP.
75 of the 100 remaining EXP points will go to [] Anima Banner (75 XP) as it's the only thing we can buy right now, (and passing up on it would just be leaving power on the table), and then the last 25 - which cannot purchase anything - will be put as a down payment to Iridescent Nightmare Mantle, as Alexius is already a skilled necromancer and nechrotech artificer according to his Charms - so this is a logical next step to help us further advance in that capacity.
We have 50 EXP unaccounted for, and I just got 100 EXP to spend on my own. So I have to apportion that 150 EXP and account for it in the vote.
50 EXP of mine will go to @EarthScorpion's expenditure and will be used to acquire Dark Messiah Style, leaving us with 100 EXP.
75 of the 100 remaining EXP points will go to [] Anima Banner (75 XP) as it's the only thing we can buy right now, (and passing up on it would just be leaving power on the table), and then the last 25 - which cannot purchase anything - will be put as a down payment to Iridescent Nightmare Mantle, as Alexius is already a skilled necromancer and nechrotech artificer according to his Charms - so this is a logical next step to help us further advance in that capacity.
- Location
- Somewhere else
[X] Plan "No Man, No Monster So Mighty"
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Plan Bad Dragon
Dauan Tienar
To the endless horizon
- Location
- Victoria
[X] Plan Bad Dragon
[X] Plan "No Man, No Monster So Mighty"
The newly exalted Solar is totally Jason, isn't it? I'm looking forward to that reunion.
The newly exalted Solar is totally Jason, isn't it? I'm looking forward to that reunion.
Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
- Location
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[X] Plan "No Man, No Monster So Mighty"
I'd say something about it being thematic or whatever, but honestly I just like the song and it worked well enough for reading the update.
I'd say something about it being thematic or whatever, but honestly I just like the song and it worked well enough for reading the update.
Imrix
Periodically Malevolent QM
I would have more commentary, but that plague Tenfold mentioned is doing the rounds. I have, however, long waited to use this;
[X] Plan Bad Dragon
[X] Plan Bad Dragon
Wonder what happened here.
Because those look very much like someone(s) got into a fight with a Fire Caste DB. In the middle of a Lookshyan army base. Right outside the massacre site.Before the PC Exalted.
Did whatsisface Exalt and attempt to come after Alexius? It would be the night for it.
This seems significant.
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
Lookshy will reap what it sowed. And burn with regret.
[X] Plan "No Man, No Monster So Mighty"
[X] Plan "No Man, No Monster So Mighty"
Homebrew: Innocence Lost
Innocence Lost
Aberration
Death is an everyday occurence in Creation. Armies clash on bloodsoaked battlefields, ships and caravans and whole towns fall to marauders and monsters, and faceless masses are ground beneath the bootheel of oppression.
And yet, not all deaths are physical: Just as horrific - moreso even, by some metrics - are the deaths of the mind, and of the soul. From one variety of the latter form the Innocence Lost.
Centuries of experience stand behind the Lookshyan training regime, taking in fresh-faced youths eager to do their duty and hungry for glory, and transforming them into loyal and disciplined soldiers at the hands of hardened drill sergeants, culminating in a final test where prospective soldiers have to prove that they can kill for no reason other than that they can, and that they are ordered to. These trainers are very good at what they do - but they are not perfect.
Faced with an innocent whose life they are to take, many recruits draw their blades without a second thought, passing with flying colors. A rare few take their time, hoping to impress their trainers with long and drawn-out productions. Many more hesitate, before being reminded by the instructors that pity is wasted on worthless cattle, and they steel themselves.
A few just... refuse, their better nature calling them to not lower themselves to that level, that they should be nobler than this. Punishments are harsh. Most of these give in eventually, after round and round of remedial training. Those who don't are marked with shame and dishonor, cast out for clearly being too weak and disobedient to be a citizen.
And then there are those who dearly want to refuse, but don't feel they can, terrified of punishment and the shame they would bring on themselves and their families. And so, they raise heavy hands, and kill both the unfortunate helot and their own innocence in one fell stroke.
Sometimes it is a clean death, all shackles of morality falling away at the revelation of just how easy it is to become a murderer, at the power laying at their fingertips if only they dare exercise it.
Other times the wound to the soul festers more slowly, in sweat-soaked night terrors and compulsive washing of hands that will never be clean again, or drowning in alcohol, bravado, the false self-reassurances that being a murderer doesn't make them a bad person but instead makes them stronger, that those who are too weak to defend their own life didn't deserve it anyway, or that the decision was never the recruit's own to make in the first place, just a cog in the grinding machine that is the City as they are.
While those rationalisations may work on the Hun, place of reason as it is, the Po knows better, and will lash out in guilt and self-loathing. The two souls will twist and snarl at each other, and the tension can not hold, something has to give. If they will not make peace or tear each other apart, one of the souls has to leave the body. If this is the Po, it will be doomed to walk the earth as an Innocence Lost, forever mourning it's cruelty, and yet powerless to stop any of it.
Left behind, if they don't fall over outright or die in their sleep without the life-giving lower soul, is the lone hun riding the body, still walking and warm and yet as dead inside as any corpse or ghost. Pity them and fear them in equal measure, for as much as they lack mercy and regret - love, joy, contentment, all these emotions are barred to them in equal measure. Their days are an unfeeling and cold monotony, broken at most by a spark of anger if something disturbs their strict routines and narrow views of how the world should be, or dispassionate satisfaction at a butcher job well done.
Without their Po, they are hollow Husks. Some of them eventually notice, trying to alleviate the discontent and fill the void with drink, sex, or even cruelty, in an effort to recapture that spark they once had, but it is in vain. The only remedy is to become whole once more by finding and rejoining with their lost Po (Or any other Innocence Lost if they are desperate enough, though doing so will definitely have side effects). A difficult endeavour, given that such would involve facing and owning up to potentially years and decades of thoughtless atrocity, and likely the most painful thing they will ever experience.
Necromancers and Exorcists
Innocence Lost are incorporeal wisps, even by the standards of ghosts, frequently in the shape of children and teens. Reflecting their powerlessness as a conscience while they were still whole, they are unable to affect material beings and even other ghosts, weakly phasing through them when they try. The only power they do have is in their cry, which holds a mirror to people's eyes, reminding them of all their sins and guilt and urging them to be better. Frequently they try to haunt their Hun and use this power on them.
Two major ways to exorcise them exist. The first is to help them rejoin their Hun, which as detailed above will not be an easy process and likely requires convincing one or both souls to accept doing so in the first place. The second, much easier way is to expose them to so much cruelty and suffering that they cannot bear it anymore and flee.
No occurences where someone knowingly employed one of the Husks instead of reporting them to the priests is known in Lookshy; the Immaculate Faith strictly forbids any contact with the walking dead, and some would argue that exorcising them and ending their unfeeling existence is a mercy in any case. And yet... as valuable to people with a certain mindset as soldiers would be who will follow any order without hesitation, question, or remorse, one does have to wonder. Certainly, with a bit of applied necromancy, producing them at least somewhat reliably should be well possible.
Aberration
Death is an everyday occurence in Creation. Armies clash on bloodsoaked battlefields, ships and caravans and whole towns fall to marauders and monsters, and faceless masses are ground beneath the bootheel of oppression.
And yet, not all deaths are physical: Just as horrific - moreso even, by some metrics - are the deaths of the mind, and of the soul. From one variety of the latter form the Innocence Lost.
Centuries of experience stand behind the Lookshyan training regime, taking in fresh-faced youths eager to do their duty and hungry for glory, and transforming them into loyal and disciplined soldiers at the hands of hardened drill sergeants, culminating in a final test where prospective soldiers have to prove that they can kill for no reason other than that they can, and that they are ordered to. These trainers are very good at what they do - but they are not perfect.
Faced with an innocent whose life they are to take, many recruits draw their blades without a second thought, passing with flying colors. A rare few take their time, hoping to impress their trainers with long and drawn-out productions. Many more hesitate, before being reminded by the instructors that pity is wasted on worthless cattle, and they steel themselves.
A few just... refuse, their better nature calling them to not lower themselves to that level, that they should be nobler than this. Punishments are harsh. Most of these give in eventually, after round and round of remedial training. Those who don't are marked with shame and dishonor, cast out for clearly being too weak and disobedient to be a citizen.
And then there are those who dearly want to refuse, but don't feel they can, terrified of punishment and the shame they would bring on themselves and their families. And so, they raise heavy hands, and kill both the unfortunate helot and their own innocence in one fell stroke.
Sometimes it is a clean death, all shackles of morality falling away at the revelation of just how easy it is to become a murderer, at the power laying at their fingertips if only they dare exercise it.
Other times the wound to the soul festers more slowly, in sweat-soaked night terrors and compulsive washing of hands that will never be clean again, or drowning in alcohol, bravado, the false self-reassurances that being a murderer doesn't make them a bad person but instead makes them stronger, that those who are too weak to defend their own life didn't deserve it anyway, or that the decision was never the recruit's own to make in the first place, just a cog in the grinding machine that is the City as they are.
While those rationalisations may work on the Hun, place of reason as it is, the Po knows better, and will lash out in guilt and self-loathing. The two souls will twist and snarl at each other, and the tension can not hold, something has to give. If they will not make peace or tear each other apart, one of the souls has to leave the body. If this is the Po, it will be doomed to walk the earth as an Innocence Lost, forever mourning it's cruelty, and yet powerless to stop any of it.
Left behind, if they don't fall over outright or die in their sleep without the life-giving lower soul, is the lone hun riding the body, still walking and warm and yet as dead inside as any corpse or ghost. Pity them and fear them in equal measure, for as much as they lack mercy and regret - love, joy, contentment, all these emotions are barred to them in equal measure. Their days are an unfeeling and cold monotony, broken at most by a spark of anger if something disturbs their strict routines and narrow views of how the world should be, or dispassionate satisfaction at a butcher job well done.
Without their Po, they are hollow Husks. Some of them eventually notice, trying to alleviate the discontent and fill the void with drink, sex, or even cruelty, in an effort to recapture that spark they once had, but it is in vain. The only remedy is to become whole once more by finding and rejoining with their lost Po (Or any other Innocence Lost if they are desperate enough, though doing so will definitely have side effects). A difficult endeavour, given that such would involve facing and owning up to potentially years and decades of thoughtless atrocity, and likely the most painful thing they will ever experience.
Necromancers and Exorcists
Innocence Lost are incorporeal wisps, even by the standards of ghosts, frequently in the shape of children and teens. Reflecting their powerlessness as a conscience while they were still whole, they are unable to affect material beings and even other ghosts, weakly phasing through them when they try. The only power they do have is in their cry, which holds a mirror to people's eyes, reminding them of all their sins and guilt and urging them to be better. Frequently they try to haunt their Hun and use this power on them.
Two major ways to exorcise them exist. The first is to help them rejoin their Hun, which as detailed above will not be an easy process and likely requires convincing one or both souls to accept doing so in the first place. The second, much easier way is to expose them to so much cruelty and suffering that they cannot bear it anymore and flee.
No occurences where someone knowingly employed one of the Husks instead of reporting them to the priests is known in Lookshy; the Immaculate Faith strictly forbids any contact with the walking dead, and some would argue that exorcising them and ending their unfeeling existence is a mercy in any case. And yet... as valuable to people with a certain mindset as soldiers would be who will follow any order without hesitation, question, or remorse, one does have to wonder. Certainly, with a bit of applied necromancy, producing them at least somewhat reliably should be well possible.