fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
- Location
- Tempe, AZ
There are nomads that have reached 6th realm so industrial level of income is not completely required. It likely really helps however.
Forge of Destiny(Xianxia Quest)
- Thread starter yrsillar
- Start date
- Original Fantasy
On that subject, their are no nomads at white level yes?
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
- Location
- Tempe, AZ
That is what we have been told. Most of the Empire's Whites don't get out much. The sort of person that reaches white spends a lot of time cultivationing.
Varder
Tired Cultist
- Location
- Hell
If there are, they'd probably include nomading as part of their cultivation and personality so those people are likely constantly traveling the world/worlds and can't be reached anymore.
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
- Location
- Tempe, AZ
For all we know there are loads of Whites out there meditating in caves. However those sorts of people are a non-factor in any sort of political caluation. Just avoid pocking them and nothing will happen.
Hm, in the rewrite it looks like their home got downgraded. Their home being described as not the very best becomes among the second worst, now only luxurious according to Ling Qi's sensibilities. Their garden also got a lot more basic, losing the pretty garden and fish pond. I wonder what that's about.
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- Location
- Third planet from the star named Sol
- Pronouns
- He/They
Works better when they upgrade after thunderdome, goes from 'don't want trouble' to 'we're mighty, in case you forgot: remember that.'
Their first wasn't too good. It got ruined by Liling later, triggering relocation.
This is a wonderful strategy until someone else pokes them and you're left dealing with fallout.
- Location
- United States of America
I'm pretty sure there are only a handful of whites in the Empire. Like 10 or 12 if I'm remembering correctly.
Not really- quite simply, a hermit White is likely just to fry whoever pokes them, but the whole point of being a hermit is basically constant closed-door weeks- if you then go and destroy the local Baron for someone disturbing you, you lose the benefit. Where it gets to be a problem is if, say, a town regularly disturbs them to the point it becomes worthwhile to make an example. Just tell your subordinates to leave said hermit alone unless said hermit wants something, and everyone's happy. (particularly since there's always the chance of any attackers disturbing the hermit and promptly getting curbstomped)
BungieONI
Seven gremlins in a trench coat
- Location
- Lickwidget
- Pronouns
- She/Her
The default and non-aligned paths kinda feed into each other, and we very quickly wouldn't be unaligned given the existence of clan politics and feudalism. Sensible reasonable actors in this setting can't have a barony hanging about unaligned to anyone, causes too many headaches.
Well yeah, the chains are kind of the point. Unchained cultivators are a danger to everyone.
I'm looking forward to the conundrum when we find out Fox-Girl's mom is associated with a family, and will need to be taken down alongside her.
- Location
- Third planet from the star named Sol
- Pronouns
- He/They
She's a spirit who never stays in one place long and always makes sure to not make so much of a nuisance of herself as to invite immediate response.
In other words a homeless drifter who keeps to petty crimes. Not powerful enough for anyone to want to back, but has caused enough problems that if any backers did come to light, they'd be in serious trouble.
that is the information gleaned by a 14 year-old cultivator who hasn't even gained access to deeper in the archives. Not saying it's a guarantee, but it's definitely a thread that can be pulled on in a dramatic fashion. Considering that Fox-Girl isn't....exactly the most literate, and you've got a perfect recipe for something less straightforward than expected.
- Location
- scrabbling
One of the two most recent Discord dumps touches on this. There are other tracks to power besides Imperial cultivation. While Ling Qi is going to approach cultivation as having one single variety with all 'barbaric' practices being less fully developed or inferior versions analogous to her own, that doesn't mean the thread should think the same.
Whats this discord?
- Location
- scrabbling
The Discord dumps I mentioned.
For an actual link to the Discord (which I disapprove of for a variety of reasons...) there should be one on yrsillar's profile if you scroll down a bit.
Xuan Interlude
AN: So working through everything necessary to get the new quest running is taking longer than expected, and generally being a stressful time. So I ended up writing an interlude for fun to blow some steam off. Here's a peak at the Celestial Empire's link to the outside world
It was an especially cold year, Xuan Xue noted idly, watching her younger and lesser cousins working so diligently ro prepare the docks and receiving zone for the barge that even now carved its way through the white capped waters of the great sea.
The ground beneath her feet rumbled, rattling crates and buildings alike. Not a one of the youngsters around her paused a single instant nor stumbled with the motion. A refreshing change from dealing with the land bound southerners for these past five years. The Sands had grown soft and decadent in the millennia since the Mariners had gone.
"Losing yourself to torpor again Sister?" The source of the disturbance rumbled, his voice, even in spirit a basso rumble that seemed to vibrate the air.
Xuan Xue reached up, carefully adjusting her hat to fix it's angle as she looked down placidly at the paved stone dock built atop her brother Panggu's back. "There is a difference between thoughtfulness and torpor, Brother," she chided. "Cease your fidgeting, our guests are nearly here."
Her response was a twin set of rumbling, curmudgeonly snorts. Panggu was rather less fond of their foreign visitors than she. Rolling her shoulders once, Xuan Xue began to approach the dock, the butt of her jingling ring staff tapping out the tune to a shanty from more youthful days.
The stone barge was already sweeping into the dock, even under the dull stormy sky, the gleaming gold of the sun disc painted on it's sail glowed with fiery light and steam rose from it's polished white decks. It was a wonder, Xuan Xue thought that such a vessel, with it's single sail and deck, and low sides, could cross the sea at all.
To call it's owners barbarians was to do a disservice to both them, and the concept of truth alike, but the southerns did love their conceits.
Her eyes scanned the deck, passing over the heavily wrapped men performing the labor of docking as she searched for the barge's captain. The Patriarch had high expectations for this expedition. Of course, she knew this captain well, so it was likely…
At that moment, the disc of molten gold embossed upon the sail of the barge flared with noonday brightness, and a swift shadow leapt forth from the deck, framed by it's corona.
The ground quaked as the shadow came to earth but a meter away from her, landing with a catlike grace and a flex of muscular limbs. Arms as thick as a mountain ogres rose, extended like the wings of a bird and oil polished muscle flexed beneath skin the color of burnished bronze as the light from the sail reached it's zenith, casting the massive foreigner in shadow.
Xuan Xue regarded her foreign contemporary with an invisibly quirked eyebrow, her staff still idly tapping out a tune on the docks.
"Hoho, you are still as stoic as ever, my spindly friend," the giant said chortled as the light faded, it's rays gleaming on the golden collar that spread across his wide shoulders and the similarly gilded bracelets and dangling rings which hung from his ears.
His accent with the Xuan tongue had improved, Xuan Xue noted absently, craning her neck to peer up at the foreigner. "The sands have long passed us by, Mehmet," she chided. He was late.
Mehmet grinned, gleaming fangs peeking out between his lips as his shaved scalp catching the last fading embers of glow from the barges sail. The strange blue green paint with which his people colored their eyes made the predatory red irises stand out all the more. "So cold Xuxue," he laughed, mangling her name as he always did. "The sea dregs have lost their caution this year. My warriors won a glorious harvest, but it did delay our course."
It was out of season for raids, Xuan Xue noted with a frown, eyeing the foreign captain. His half transparent linen skirt left no question that he was without wounds, though that was expected. A battle fit to wound a a man such as Mehmet would have been felt at a considerable distance.
"Then why are you searching so closely Sister?" Panggu's serpentine half whispered snidely.
Xuan Xue ignored her Brother with the ease of familiarity raising her eyes back to the foreigners face. Had he grown even taller? The man was already closer to three meters than two. "Good hunting then. This one must ask, is the patriarchs cargo safe?"
Mehmet's boisterous expression grew serious. "You wound me, O captain. After your patriarchs generosity, of course we would deliver our end of the bargain without fail. Mine Father himself rose from the stone sleep to lead our warriors and raze the Pyyrhan temple which housed your prize. To lose it would be worth more than my head!"
"Apologies," Xuan Xue said, offering a low bow. "This one meant no slander upon thy word. The acquisition went favorably then?"
"I found many worthy foes to add to my flesh," the foreign giant said, his cheer returning. The battle between mine Father and the Priestess sank the isle beneath the wine dark waves. Glorious indeed! I expect when I return, Mother will be awake and I shall have a new sister to dote upon."
"This one offers her congratulations," Xuan Xue replied politely. "I shall not keep my honored guest waiting on these humble docks for any longer then. Shall we proceed to more comfortable environs?"
"Of course, I shall enjoy partaking in your steamed leaf water. Such an exotic flavor!" Mehmet laughed. Xuan Xue cocked her head to the side, taking a moment to enjoy the view as he turned back to his ship and clapped his hands, letting his booming voice carry out over the waters. "Dregs! Begin unloading the cargo for my fine friends."
Xuan Xue only gave the activity on the desk a brief glance. She knew the smaller low caste foreigners would obey Mehmets words without question. As the two of them began to walk toward the housing complex built farther back on her brothers shell, Xuan Xue glanced up at her towering companion. "Might this one ask after the other matter?"
Mehmet chuckled and reached up, plunging his ring adorned fingers into his right pectoral, the oiled flesh distorting like clay as he drew forth a scroll case of polished ivory, embossed with gleaming gold stylized eye. "His majesty God King Horemheb II, has heard the request of the Patriarch Xuan. Expansion of the routes is approved."
Xuan Xue accepted the scroll case gingerly, sending it immediately to her storage ring. It's contents were not for her eyes. "So easily?" She asked curiously. "This one expected many years of negotiation."
"After his mighty victory over the depraved spawn of the Night Serpent, his majesties mood was quite good, luck favored your family, my spindly friend," the giant man laughed.
Very much so, Xuan Xue mused as she lead the foreigner inside. Between this, and the rumors of the Bai finally investing in their port and shipping, things were looking bright indeed.
Well if one was not the Xuan liason to the Imperial Court, she supposed. She had no doubt that poor fool would have much southern whining to endure.
She said a silent prayer for her distant cousin, and turned her thoughts to the more pleasurable matter of entertaining her honored guest.
It was an especially cold year, Xuan Xue noted idly, watching her younger and lesser cousins working so diligently ro prepare the docks and receiving zone for the barge that even now carved its way through the white capped waters of the great sea.
The ground beneath her feet rumbled, rattling crates and buildings alike. Not a one of the youngsters around her paused a single instant nor stumbled with the motion. A refreshing change from dealing with the land bound southerners for these past five years. The Sands had grown soft and decadent in the millennia since the Mariners had gone.
"Losing yourself to torpor again Sister?" The source of the disturbance rumbled, his voice, even in spirit a basso rumble that seemed to vibrate the air.
Xuan Xue reached up, carefully adjusting her hat to fix it's angle as she looked down placidly at the paved stone dock built atop her brother Panggu's back. "There is a difference between thoughtfulness and torpor, Brother," she chided. "Cease your fidgeting, our guests are nearly here."
Her response was a twin set of rumbling, curmudgeonly snorts. Panggu was rather less fond of their foreign visitors than she. Rolling her shoulders once, Xuan Xue began to approach the dock, the butt of her jingling ring staff tapping out the tune to a shanty from more youthful days.
The stone barge was already sweeping into the dock, even under the dull stormy sky, the gleaming gold of the sun disc painted on it's sail glowed with fiery light and steam rose from it's polished white decks. It was a wonder, Xuan Xue thought that such a vessel, with it's single sail and deck, and low sides, could cross the sea at all.
To call it's owners barbarians was to do a disservice to both them, and the concept of truth alike, but the southerns did love their conceits.
Her eyes scanned the deck, passing over the heavily wrapped men performing the labor of docking as she searched for the barge's captain. The Patriarch had high expectations for this expedition. Of course, she knew this captain well, so it was likely…
At that moment, the disc of molten gold embossed upon the sail of the barge flared with noonday brightness, and a swift shadow leapt forth from the deck, framed by it's corona.
The ground quaked as the shadow came to earth but a meter away from her, landing with a catlike grace and a flex of muscular limbs. Arms as thick as a mountain ogres rose, extended like the wings of a bird and oil polished muscle flexed beneath skin the color of burnished bronze as the light from the sail reached it's zenith, casting the massive foreigner in shadow.
Xuan Xue regarded her foreign contemporary with an invisibly quirked eyebrow, her staff still idly tapping out a tune on the docks.
"Hoho, you are still as stoic as ever, my spindly friend," the giant said chortled as the light faded, it's rays gleaming on the golden collar that spread across his wide shoulders and the similarly gilded bracelets and dangling rings which hung from his ears.
His accent with the Xuan tongue had improved, Xuan Xue noted absently, craning her neck to peer up at the foreigner. "The sands have long passed us by, Mehmet," she chided. He was late.
Mehmet grinned, gleaming fangs peeking out between his lips as his shaved scalp catching the last fading embers of glow from the barges sail. The strange blue green paint with which his people colored their eyes made the predatory red irises stand out all the more. "So cold Xuxue," he laughed, mangling her name as he always did. "The sea dregs have lost their caution this year. My warriors won a glorious harvest, but it did delay our course."
It was out of season for raids, Xuan Xue noted with a frown, eyeing the foreign captain. His half transparent linen skirt left no question that he was without wounds, though that was expected. A battle fit to wound a a man such as Mehmet would have been felt at a considerable distance.
"Then why are you searching so closely Sister?" Panggu's serpentine half whispered snidely.
Xuan Xue ignored her Brother with the ease of familiarity raising her eyes back to the foreigners face. Had he grown even taller? The man was already closer to three meters than two. "Good hunting then. This one must ask, is the patriarchs cargo safe?"
Mehmet's boisterous expression grew serious. "You wound me, O captain. After your patriarchs generosity, of course we would deliver our end of the bargain without fail. Mine Father himself rose from the stone sleep to lead our warriors and raze the Pyyrhan temple which housed your prize. To lose it would be worth more than my head!"
"Apologies," Xuan Xue said, offering a low bow. "This one meant no slander upon thy word. The acquisition went favorably then?"
"I found many worthy foes to add to my flesh," the foreign giant said, his cheer returning. The battle between mine Father and the Priestess sank the isle beneath the wine dark waves. Glorious indeed! I expect when I return, Mother will be awake and I shall have a new sister to dote upon."
"This one offers her congratulations," Xuan Xue replied politely. "I shall not keep my honored guest waiting on these humble docks for any longer then. Shall we proceed to more comfortable environs?"
"Of course, I shall enjoy partaking in your steamed leaf water. Such an exotic flavor!" Mehmet laughed. Xuan Xue cocked her head to the side, taking a moment to enjoy the view as he turned back to his ship and clapped his hands, letting his booming voice carry out over the waters. "Dregs! Begin unloading the cargo for my fine friends."
Xuan Xue only gave the activity on the desk a brief glance. She knew the smaller low caste foreigners would obey Mehmets words without question. As the two of them began to walk toward the housing complex built farther back on her brothers shell, Xuan Xue glanced up at her towering companion. "Might this one ask after the other matter?"
Mehmet chuckled and reached up, plunging his ring adorned fingers into his right pectoral, the oiled flesh distorting like clay as he drew forth a scroll case of polished ivory, embossed with gleaming gold stylized eye. "His majesty God King Horemheb II, has heard the request of the Patriarch Xuan. Expansion of the routes is approved."
Xuan Xue accepted the scroll case gingerly, sending it immediately to her storage ring. It's contents were not for her eyes. "So easily?" She asked curiously. "This one expected many years of negotiation."
"After his mighty victory over the depraved spawn of the Night Serpent, his majesties mood was quite good, luck favored your family, my spindly friend," the giant man laughed.
Very much so, Xuan Xue mused as she lead the foreigner inside. Between this, and the rumors of the Bai finally investing in their port and shipping, things were looking bright indeed.
Well if one was not the Xuan liason to the Imperial Court, she supposed. She had no doubt that poor fool would have much southern whining to endure.
She said a silent prayer for her distant cousin, and turned her thoughts to the more pleasurable matter of entertaining her honored guest.
A land where they haven't invented the color blue yet, huh.
Feh. Mammals.
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Fabula Amanti
I want a Grimoire, but I got books.
- Location
- Singapore
Oh my god, it's not the one with the Onion hat is it!? (EU4 intensifies)
Okay, it's the Egyptians. Thank heavens.
It is still the time of the Greeks or Romans?
globalwarmth
ruining the weather.
- Location
- Polar ice caps
they take flesh?
Also I ship them
Also I ship them
