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Also, yrsillar has said outright that trying to stack too many more effects on the Flute will weaken the stuff that's already there.
Forge of Destiny(Xianxia Quest)
- Thread starter yrsillar
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- Original Fantasy
DeAnno
Sometimes words have two meanings
I don't see how the flute definitely has enough space to fit in Moon Qi reduction (by doing double-element with Dark) and definitely doesn't have enough space to also fit in Moon Clash Dice (by doing double-element with Music). It's not even an extra function, it's another double-element, and a double-element which is the same one as the one you already want to put on. My view is that if you don't have one it makes the other a lot less worth having.
As we advance PLR, Lunatic Whirl probably isn't going to be the only thing requiring Clash Dice, and if we want PLR and even future Moon Arts to actually be good, to justify investing XP and gear in them at all, we need them to actually have dice pools that are keeping up, so that using those Arts isn't a waste of an action.
As we advance PLR, Lunatic Whirl probably isn't going to be the only thing requiring Clash Dice, and if we want PLR and even future Moon Arts to actually be good, to justify investing XP and gear in them at all, we need them to actually have dice pools that are keeping up, so that using those Arts isn't a waste of an action.
It isn't a double element though. We don't have + darkness arts on it. + music arts isn't elemental - it's type based. Like + sword arts or + archery. It's not the same thing.
DeAnno
Sometimes words have two meanings
Does PLR even have a type we could double it with then? Dancing?
For expression, I would also mention that we could get in the future music art which use physical dice, we already have yang music art.
Other cultivators with 2-3 elements will have much more cost efficient equipment.
When we need talisman for 6 different elements.
That is problem with trying to get arts from random events.
Why would we ever spend actions on these when we can just keep milking Suyin to do it for us and teach them to us?
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........don't we only advance it by you know, spending an action with Suyin to do so? I have no clue what the heck you're talking about.
It's a major now:
[] Study Formations with Li Suyin
-[] Select up to two formations
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oh, missed thatIt's a major now:
[] Study Formations with Li Suyin
-[] Select up to two formations
Thought it was still a minor
Wow that sucks. Clearly the answer is for creative people to put points into it rather than burning a major action that could actually help us on formation work.It's a major now:
[] Study Formations with Li Suyin
-[] Select up to two formations
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- Panama City
....huh? Yrsillar specifically doesn't let skills advance the last point unless we spent an action to train said skill/art, due to not wanting a dozen omakes specifically just for boosting a specific skill. So yes, we need to take that action one way or another.
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I'm sorry, but the position here is that formations are not valuable enough to spend time on but are valuable enough to spend omake points on?
Why? If formations aren't worth the value to spend time on, why should people invest omake points into it? Shouldn't people invest in things that are valuable enough to spend time on?
I mean, to me it seems clear that the work with Li Suyin can be extremely beneficial to our work before the tournament, during the tournament, and after the tournament. If we are to be playing spy/spymaster for Cai, then having disposable camera type minions is excellent, and the ability for those camera type minions to morph into an individual that can support us is even better.
Having another green level combatant on the field for our fights could be a game changer, especially if that combatant can use a couple of our support techniques to empower us. It just seems really good.
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Formations produce less XP per action, and require less XP per goodie than arts.
This makes omakes really good at leveling them per action.
Yes, that is exactly my position. If at all possible we should avoid spending majors on learning the horror formation, we would be much better off using majors to advance our arts and cultivation. Getting the horror running off of omake points is probably a more useful thing to invest them in than edging a stat a bit further along, or even pushing most of our stats over the edge into the next dot, but that is entirely up to the people that invest their time and energy into writing and drawing for the quest.
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...except, again, we need at least one action to rank it up since yrsillar disallows completely ranking a skill up through omakes alone, so you're not going to get much traction with that position.
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So we mix it up, and instead of one action completing one formation and making progress on 3, it completes 4.
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- Panama City
So, are you willing to put in the work to make sure we have sufficient omakes to make this approach work? Because this idea DEPENDS on people being inspired to write a good number of omakes/ actually remember to put their points towards a formation. I for one would rahter we simply bite the bullet and take the actions because that guarantees progress.
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Oh no, not at all, but then again I've never been on team OFZ (or whatever the acronym is)
The inefficient silly Omake millstone I have hung around my neck is to try to push us to Expression 8, so I'm a big proponent of authors choice on point distribution.
I'm actually polishing the first part of that fruitless endeavor right now.
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- Panama City
....huh, wouldn't we simply get expression 8 from ranking music arts?(And PLR now I guess) IIRC that's the main way we gain expression.
So how many majors do you think we should spend on it instead?
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- United States of America
AND SO HATH @Erebeal spoken. Keeper of points, cultivator of art. And so it shall be done.
P.s. su ling , ma,sisters and ling qi hunting pokemon when
2-3? How many do we need? @Black Noise 's plan says we should have 2 free actions after everything else at least...
Part 2
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So this started off as a scene describing a minor noble teaching his younger brother the basics of their families arts, but I just kept writing and writing and writing and before I knew it I had a monstrosity in front of me, so here's the first part of it.
I ignored everything I know about writing here, and I hope it's readable.
Action? Slice of life.
Dialogue? Exposition.
Basic writing conventions? This is Xianxia, we tell, not show.
Hope you enjoy it. Ping @yrsillar
I ignored everything I know about writing here, and I hope it's readable.
Action? Slice of life.
Dialogue? Exposition.
Basic writing conventions? This is Xianxia, we tell, not show.
Hope you enjoy it. Ping @yrsillar
Earlier Omake with same OC
Yè Luòxià opened his eyes as the dawn began to brush the tops of the trees of his family's estate, rising from his meditation. He smiled, as he felt his qi pool expand the tiniest bit.
It had been seasons since the last such development in his reserves, but such is the truth of cultivation for one in his second decade within the second Realm.
Most Yellows would slow or stop their Qi cultivation long before reaching Luòxià's reserves, falling to despair at ever improving without a more potent cultivation art their Spirit cannot sustain or simply believing the time investment was no longer worth it.
Yè Luòxià wasn't more stubborn or more diligent than the former. He didn't value his time less than the latter, but he had told his father decades ago that he would perfect his foundation after his father's pronouncement against him. To allow his father to see him without some improvement within him would be to slap his own face.
The Yè were not a great clan, but they remain an old one. What little face Luòxià had left, he would not surrender to that man's smirk.
He turned his thoughts from within to without as he walked, his brother would be waking up soon and as it was the day after his tenth birthday it would be the first day he would practice Cultivation.
It had been a fight for Luòxià and their father the clan head to convince the rest of the clan that young Yè Xiàngmù would be worth the inefficiencies of such young cultivation, as usually the clan did not begin training until twelve.
They had prevailed though, largely since the clan had no good candidate for succeeding head. Luòxià's uncle and aunt had sufficient cultivation, but they were of his father's generation and by the time he was forced to step down they would have since entered their own twilight years. Of the extended families there were many Green's, but none who entered the fourth Realm before their second century or took more than a step into it before their deaths, save the clanhead and his siblings.
The Yè had deep roots, and a wide expanse, but few trees amoung them
By the law it would have been sufficient for one of these Cyans to hold the Clanhead, but in practice the Yè had holdings well outside that of most baronial clans. To have one of less than the fullness of the Fourth as their head supported by mere Greens would be to invite their neighbors to accuse them of inability to maintain their holdings.
Once, Yè Luòxià and the cousin whom he held as a brother had been the bearers of their clan's hopes in that regard, but Luòxià's selfishness had seen an end to those dreams.
Luòxià sighed as he walked, and stared for a moment at the sun, in that indeterminate period where a man who lost his bearings couldn't be sure if it was rising or setting.
The day had started on a good omen. There was no reason to dwell on such things.
As he resumed his walk, he thought of the present generation of youths. Within it, only his brother Xiàngmù and Yè Luòxià's yet to be born child had the potential to inherit.
Thoughts of his soon to be born child brought up the debate Luòxià had been holding with himself for the last decade, ever since his father had remarried.
Luòxià had not given up his own hopes the day his father forbid him from being the next Green of the Yè in a fit of rage. He planned instead to support his cousins and children, and began saving resources to that effect.
His cousins had all been of too low talent or too lazy for him to justify the expense of what had gathered painstakingly over years or too biased against him to accept his help gracefully.
His first and secondborn…
The day had started on a good omen. There was no reason to dwell on such things. Luòxià cycled cold water essence through himself, stopping the pain before it could start once again.
So Luòxià waited over the years, moving from cousin to cousin with his letters and tutelage. As the years passed, he learned much of the mistakes a young cultivator could make, and despite his disgrace earned himself an early spot at the tables where the aunts and grandfathers of the clan busied themselves drinking tea and talking about their families children in a way that wouldn't be unfamiliar to a particularly passionate horsebreeder.
It was his input at those tables and in those letters along with the skill with which he had formed his own Yellow breakthrough that had convinced his father to give him the duty of being his brother's first teacher.
These were the thoughts which busied Luòxià's mind as he entered his families estate, with a nod and brief upturn of lip and eyebrow to the sentries standing within and upon the still living wooden walls.
If there was one blessing his fall from grace had given him, it was that unlike his cousins, he never grew to ignore the Reds on the walls and in the offices of his clan. They were companions he had known his entire life, and to the extent their station's allowed: his friends.
Luòxià glanced a final time at the sun as he walked into his workshop: A modest yet spacious apartment grown into the base and low limbs of an oak in one corner of the compound. His brother would be woken by the servants in half an hour. Just enough time to get the tea ready.
In the weeks and months to come, he would entrust this act to his assistant, but on this first day he could accept no mistake or miscalculation.
As he entered his refuge, Luòxià breathed life into the formations writ on the wall, and was greeted in return by a sense of comfort and ergonomic energy broadcasted by the nascent spirit born by his and elder cousins cumulative century and a half of labor and study.
"Ready to talk yet today, young one?"
There was no response, save a slight pulse in the emotive broadcast he couldn't be certain wasn't born by his own hopes. By his own estimation he shouldn't expect speech for a few years yet, but the greeting had become a daily habit of Luòxià's, just another part of entering his shop.
He knelt by the small stove in the corner, and carefully stacked the charcoal he had made last week in the center. He stood and waved a hand briefly as he lit the coals and with an afterthought the lamps around the room. He could see fine, but it would have been gloomy to his brother.
He gathered his tools, thinking back to the labors he had undergone to make each one.
He ran his fingers over the stove he had fired from clay won on an expedition to the Alabaster Sands with his Aunt.
He lifted and hung over the quickly whitening coals with care the small jade crucible-shaped kettle he had purchased from traders from the Capital.
Lastly, he prepared the wooden implements he had carefully grown and pruned in his own garden.
A difficulty indeed, the perfect cup of tea. He hoped he would approach it with grace, even if attaining it was still beyond him.
He hoped even more that Xiàngmù would one day appreciate the labor that went into his foundation.
It would up to Xiàngmù how much of Luòxià's carefully sequestered stockpile he would recieve and how much would be saved for Luòxià's child.
Luòxià sighed as a barrage of unworthy or diligent but unfortunate cousins ran through his mind.
He wasn't usually the pious sort, but he lowered his head for a moment, and prayed to no Spirit in particular.
Let this one be different.