- Location
- Singapore
Why do they explode?
Too much essence?
Incompatible channeling?
Too much essence?
Incompatible channeling?
General Exalted Thread
Pretty much, yeah- to quote Scroll of Exalts:
Scroll of Exalts p.91 said:
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- The end of all things
This is actually canonical for Third Edition's Silver-Voiced Nightingale Style:
I've got a character in a currently running game that uses a violin, though I've heard that the pipe organ version is particularly impressive.Silver-Voiced Nightingale Remix said:
Thing is, they're still just going to call that "making a pot and heating it in a kiln," because the majority of mortals are working minor enchantments, curses and blessings out of rote ritual and cultural beliefs/traditions, not understanding even the names underlying the actions they are performing. If you ask an ancient Egyptian man why a cubit is the length of a forearm, or who concluded that was 'the way' to measure things, he'll look at you like a goddamn idiot. And the practices of thaumaturgy are no different, because Magic is Magic regardless of how much you know about how to do it, only that you have.
It only truly becomes thaumaturgy when someone transgresses against that entrenched tradition, willfully modifies the magic formulas being used by understanding they are formulas to begin with, and it all somehow still works, or Works Better than expected. Which leaves our hapless hedge-savant in the position of explaining his findings to the very group he has transgressed against, and hoping they see things his way, rather than making a mockery of their values and honored practices.
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- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Of course he will, just like I call breathing; "breathing" and not "undergoing respiratory process".
I understand this.
It's just like a chemist will know that water is actually "dihydrogen monoxide", but he'll still call it fucking water because that's:
A): Easier to say.
B): Unlikely to make him look like an elitist technocrat.
Because everything is Thaumaturgy.
Or rather, it will only be seen as Thamaturgy when it stands out from the chaff of useless rote gestures.
I mean, it's still Thaumaturgy when someone shatters a brick with a few light strikes, using a hammer made of meteoric iron, but it is only truly seen as Thaumaturgy when the same principle is applied to something else such as say, shattering a bronze chestplate.
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Graypairofsocks
What is Grammar?
- Location
- earth
Why can't the infernals learn sidereal martial arts?
Incombatible with the strangeness of Yozi power that Infernal Exalted possess, IIRC.
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- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Because Infernals point and laugh at martial arts, which compete with their own native Shintai for Form-type Charms and don't let you turn into Ark-of-the-Covenant-kun or Cosplay-of-All-Torments-chan.
Graypairofsocks
What is Grammar?
- Location
- earth
The Yozis are not waifu material.
Yeah, I do think it bears repeating:
For Infernal Exalted (and to an equal extent, Lunar and Alchemical Exalted) Martial Arts Charms are less 'necessary' (assuming canon abilities, so ES and Aleph don't immediately pitch in here) because a Lunar Dexterity Charm, for example, applies whether your're fighting barehanded, with a fucking huge axe, throwing knives or a bow. Infernal Shintai conflicting with Martial Arts Forms (only one Form may be active at a time unless you're using Prismatic Arrangement of Creation Form) only makes this greater for Infernal Exalted.
That's right, not only does Lunar Hero Style suck, it isn't even necessary.
. Although for Lunars and Infernals, I always saw their 'hero' Styles as how other Exalted mimic the methods of their powers.
Something funny usually happen when I do this.
*shouting*
Hey! Hey @EarthScorpion! Throw some homebrew into the thread!
It's like throwing a bone to a pack of mad dogs with rabies, only less dignified!
(inb4 he says no and I look like an idiot to everyone and everyone laughs at me while the bastard harvests mad Funny ratings)
Be careful what you wish for.
You might just get it.
Sisim, the Innocent Demon
Demon of the Second Circle
Reflective Soul of the Prince of Leeches
In seeming, Sisim could be the sister of her greater self. Suspicion avoids her and others find it hard to drive her away or even raise a hand to her. Her features resemble his, though she is obviously younger, and just like him she has mouths in place of pupils. However, while Balanado devours the will of others, Sisim drains luck from the world - and she is not exempt to her own nature.
Misfortune afflicts Sisim wherever she goes. It is in her nature to be unfortunate, and a clatter of breaking things surrounds her from the casual accidents caused by her presence. She is a weeping wound in Fate who brings accidental cataclysm to all around her. She hates this, for she is a kindly soul and wishes only to help others. Her overflowing heart bleeds when she sees others in pain, which stains her dress red and leaves her hands bloody. Those she touches are left feeling unclean and sullied.
The Innocent Demon trails in the wake of the Prince of Leeches, for she loves him in a way both familiar and amorous. Timorously she calls out his name, hoping for his love, but he is Unquestionable and her plaintive cries are seldom heard. When she screams, steel glows red hot and bronze turns into serpents.
Wise sorcerers do not call on Sisim if they plan to keep her close. Instead, they send her far away to afflict their foes with their presence and her wails. A few have found her comely and bound her as a concubine, but her nature soom teaches them otherwise. Sisim can escape from Hell when a man sacrifices his sister in the pursuit of his own goals. The Innocent Demon crawls forth into the skin of the dead woman, wrapping it around her and wearing that form for the duration of her freedom.
Ianade, the Devotee of Blades
Demon of the Second Circle
Messenger Soul of the Prince of Leeches
When Ianade is called forth into Creation, she teaches three truths with her cleaver-like knives; firstly, love is jealous; secondly, love cuts men and women from their parents; thirdly, that true love requires willingness to die - or kill. To that end, she seeks out a lover, stalking them for a month and a day. If they publicly declare their love for a living soul, she then kills all that they love, kills their parents, and finally devours them whole, spitting out their bones. From these bones she carves fine trinkets and jewelry which have the seeming of ivory and hold much power.
The Devotee of Blades wears the form of a woman of the Realm, but to look too closely in her eyes is to see the mad serpents that coil inside her skull, chewing on the blood-red strings of love she tears from her victims' chests. Snakes and centipedes hear their hissing and come to her in swarms, obeying her every command. When she is near, roosters lay eggs and bulls lactate. Her face is locked in a permanent smile and she never speaks unkindly or crudely, even as she does her bloody deeds.
Ianade watches her greater self from afar, lusting after him. She sees so many men and women that adore him and the snakes that are her mind hiss and coil. To that end, for she fears to teach Balanado her truths, she instead focuses her attentions on the others that love him and seeks to dispose of them in many ways both cunning and brutal.
Sorcerers invoke Ianade to ruin a rival or slaughter a family. She is an assassin who is very nearly as dangerous as Lucien, though her foibles make her erratic and harder to control. The Devotee of Blades may escape from Hell when one who adores the Prince of Leeches promises love for someone else, only appearing for long enough to take their heart for their infidelity.
Asarin, the False Sun
Demon of the Second Circle
Warden Soul of the Prince of Leeches
On the seven hundredth layer of Malfeas lies the estate of Asarin, which takes up one tenth of the shell. The demon is a warlord and a champion comparable to Octavian, though her desires differ. Her aim is, above all, to ascend to the ranks of the Unquestionable, breaking free from her progenitor and becoming a demon of the third circle. She pursues this aim via many paths, seeking to amass power and occult wisdom she can use to achieve her goal. Those who entreat her find her polite, with the mannerisms and styles of a lady of the Shogunate, but those who spark her ire discover her true hue.
Asarin would be a sun, though she is too small and too weak to rival Ligier. Her fires are a vaporous brown, and they hiss and boil as they escape from her skull in two great jets. When she is calm, they can be mistaken for hair by the inobservant, but when she rages such an illusion is broken. She burns hotter and hotter the angrier she gets. She wields a great hammer, though she is petite in stature, and wears her own flames as armour.
The False Sun loves Balanado, though such a confession passes her lips but reluctantly. He is her greater self, but she wishes to exceed him. That her heart melts in his presence and her fires die only builds her to greater heights of rage and she treats him unkindly, throwing away her mask of civility.
Much to her rage, sorcerers often call upon Asarin when someone else has Octavian bound. To be the second choice of demonologists drives her to an intense fury that makes her all the more dangerous, and some Lunars have been known to lie to her to feed her fires. The False Sun can escape into the darkness below Creation when a single ray of sunlight illuminates a cavern that has never before seen the light of day.
::SIDEBAR::
Dear Sun
Is Asarin's goal possible? In a word; yes. It is possible - though rare - for Second Circle Demons to exceed their nature and become Demons of the Third Circle. Demonomicons call such souls 'Progenerative Souls', but the phenomenon is not well understood - certainly not in this fallen age.
To do such a thing, Asarin would need to obtain much power and in some way specifically harmonise her nature with Elloge above and beyond that of the Prince of Leeches. It is not sure how such a thing could be done - and so should Elloge join the Reclamation, Asarin will be very, very enthusiastic in trying to coax Infernals into being her allies. If the green sun princes were to innovate an appropriate charm tree that Asarin might exemplify within Elloge's themes, that might be all she requires for her ascension.
Then again, perhaps all she needs is enough rage that her spite becomes that of the spite of the Yozis and Elloge embraces her in sympathy. If that is the case, then a particularly cruel or abusive sorcerer may suddenly find their bound demon lord breaking their bonds as they ascend to the status of demon princess. This would likely be an unpleasant and possibly fatal surprise, and produce remarkable amounts of unpaid overtime for the Sidereals who have to handle the aftermath.
::END SIDEBAR::
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- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
That's hilarious, if I didn't know you better, I'd accuse it of literally just being an anime stereotype hidden behind prose.
Wait a second, this looks like an anime stereotype behind pros-
You're serious aren't you?
Very well, whenever I suspect you have reached the depths of terribleness, you manage to always impress me a bit more.
Take my funny rating you horrible person.
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- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
There is no end to @EarthScorpion's terribleness. It is as boundless as the sky and as infinite as the stars.
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- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I will take your word for it, since you have to deal with him as a storyteller.
Okay, granted my players would probably call me just as terrible, but at least I don't do that.
(I totally would.)
Whose souls are these again?
well ur stupid
(Yes, yes I know. ES is terrible and all that.)
Walker of the Yellow Path
Ho There!
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- The Land of Memes
In case you've forgotten how terrible ES really is: Balanodo
That's hilarious, if I didn't know you better, I'd accuse it of literally just being an anime stereotype hidden behind prose.
Wait a second, this looks like an anime stereotype behind pros-
You're serious aren't you?
Very well, whenever I suspect you have reached the depths of terribleness, you manage to always impress me a bit more.
Take my funny rating you horrible person.
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- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Yes, I remember.
He also did Ohasei and other terrible stuff.
Is that a challenge?
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Olive
Silent Princess
Do not pursue Adorjan. Not only will you die, you'll also die tired.
Graypairofsocks
What is Grammar?
- Location
- earth
So they need to do something like take Transcendant Gaian Harmony 5 times?
Or will that just make the explosion 5 times bigger?
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Something funny usually happen when I do this.
*shouting*
Hey! Hey @EarthScorpion! Throw some homebrew into the thread!
It's like throwing a bone to a pack of mad dogs with rabies, only less dignified!
(inb4 he says no and I look like an idiot to everyone and everyone laughs at me while the bastard harvests mad Funny ratings)
But wait.
There's more.
Obau, the Onyx Dissolute
Demon of the Second Circle
Indulgent Soul of the Prince of Leeches
Lush-bodied with hair and eyes made of living onyx, Obau has the seeming of a mature Northern woman. She wears unkempt robes and is rarely seen without a clay vessel containing strong spirits at her hip, which she frequently drinks from. The Onyx Dissolute lives up to her title and is intemperate and shameless, propositioning those who catch her eyes. She has a blue dragon tattoo on her back that she acquired during the time she spent as the mistress of an infernalist Terrestrial during the Shogunate, that comes to life and springs from her body to attack her foes. Around her, alcoholic drinks mysteriously vanish, although it is possible that this is not a mystic side effect of her proximity.
Obau is a teacher of men and demons. However, it must be said that the lessons her students acquire from her are never the ones she means to teach, and not even a sorcerous binding can keep her on topic. Her lectures are rambling, often going over past shames or previous mistakes, and she is frequently drunk when giving them. Nevertheless, her students learn something. She might mean to teach them the art of swordsmanship, but instead go off on an inebriated and detailed recollection on how she was ripped off on the Street of Golden Lanterns and impart an understanding of haggling and bartering.
The Onyx Dissolute is wise to the wicked ways of the Demon Realm. Despite that, her heart belongs to the Prince of Leeches. She might take her pleasures with others, but again and again she finds herself drawn back to him. She is his foremost tutor, much to the secret jealousy of Kugla, which may explain the demon prince's eclectic knowledge base.
Demonlogists call upon Obau to obtain knowledge on topics where they are ignorant, for her lessons are always in things that they did not know before. They must be careful, though, for her instruction is often in things forbidden and so if not watched she will lead her students into infernalism. She is also an esteemed teacher in various vices, though she insists that her summoners match her drink for drink. The Onyx Dissolute sometimes creeps into Creation when a teacher dies before a lesson that will be given to a mighty heir or heiress. The demon lord takes their place, and imparts her own form of wisdom.
Kugla, the Silent Reader
Demon of the Second Circle
Wisdom Soul of the Prince of Leeches
An icy tower rises from one of the lakes of loquacious blood that spills forth from the Sphere of Speech. There is a constant stream of trading ships that sail the ichor-pools bringing the product of the archives of the Demon City to the mistress of the tower, and carrying her own written books back to sell. This is the residence of Kugla, who is a scholar and archivist of some repute within Malfeas.
Kugla devours books and so obtains the wisdom contained within as she chews. Her head is that of a woman with hair of air-jade, but everything below her neck is made of a squirming mass of leeches. This brings her shame, and so she binds herself into human form with shrouding garments purchased from the Weaver of Voices. She traded her own voice a thousand years ago, and thus she is mute. Her pet birds speak for her, for she controls any avian that eats one of her leeches. When she must fight, she releases her clothing and her leeches spill out, the writhing mass taking the form of a great cat the size of a yeddim.
The Silent Reader lives alone, and voicelessly longs after her prince. Her flesh is made of his leeches and her books would educate him on much, but he visits her but rarely. She fears the clamour of Malfeas and so remains in her tower where the noise of the ichor-ocean drives away Adorjan. Sometimes she ventures forth and then stays close to him until the shame overcomes her and she retreats back to her solitude. It is for this reason she loathes Obau, who shows knowledge no respect.
Sorcerers call on the Silent Reader to obtain her knowledge and have her write books for them. She is learned in many mysteries of the demon realm - enough that she must fear the eyes of Orablis. She can only write in Old Realm even though she can read most languages, and so sorcerers who lack knowledge of that speech must find someone to translate for them. Only a single one of her leeches can crawl into Creation when a librarian curses the gods and consigns holy texts to be destroyed, but each tome she eats in the world allows another through until her full bulk is restored.
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- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Oh my God, you're better than this ES.
Wait no, nevermind.
Lilime, She Who Dances Among Herselves
Demon of the Second Circle
Inversive Soul of the Alchemist of Souls
There is a young woman who lives in castle of flowing light. There she dances-and fights- against another young woman just like her. They are both watched by other young woman who are like each other. All of them are Lilime, even the castle, for it is made from her.
Lilime bears the features of those who are from the Realm, although her purple liquid hair makes her inhuman nature obvious and she wears a coat of ebon leather with much too long sleeves. She Who Dances Among Herselves was born from Khereon Ul's experiment incorporating other Yozi's nature to create a better lesser self, ironic that she considers them pathetic.
Her blood is a powerful vitriol capable of melting and shifting flesh, memories, metal, language, souls, even Magical Material can be liqueified with enough time and/or blood. However, she usually uses it to carry her own nature turning those who come into contact with it for extended times to turn into her, carrying their memories-and Lilime's- with none of their personalities. The newly born demon only has a scant few hours in Creation before returning to Malfeas. The copies are wholly independent, they do not share one mind they simply have the same exact one. (Un?)fortunately only five of her may exist at any time, her vitriol-blood simply won't create more of her
She considers such thing as a blessing , for how can others bear be anything but like her? yet this change is usually a slow and painful thing, patches of their body turn pitch black with the edges colored purple, the vitriol courses through them like a river of anguish before turning into a copy of her in a flood of ecstasy like no other. This is because it is in her nature to bring kindness and cruelty hand by hand, only with dolls may she exhibit kindness without cruelty and only to those who defile them may she bring cruelty without kindness.
Lilime does this because of her paradoxical nature, she is endlessly compassionate yet she can only love herself, she is lonely but she desires none but herself, and she is endlessly selfless in her selfishness. This paradox extends not only in her personality but also in her body, she is incredibly graceful but she was born with the inability to feel anything in her arms and legs so she wears a starmetal and moonsilver legging that ends in a spear head, the inside of which is serrated so her blood may flow endlessly through the tip. Unfortunately she has not found anything to help her arms, at least none that fits her taste.
The demon has also recently created a martial art called Dancing Transgression Style to express the joy that she feels in battle. Few others have learned it, though many in Malfeas have seen it. She is much too proud to not show it off at any opportunity.
Lilime may come to Creation when a woman kills her love in joy under the moonlight, there she will appear in a flurry of cruel laughter, soothing hymns, and shifting purple of lights before the woman. Then she will give her a cup of her vitriol-blood to celebrate the occasion.
Sorcerers summon Lilime to ask her to kill their foes quickly and painfully, for she's a formidable combatant with a cruel streak a mile wide. She is also usually asked to give her vitriol-blood as a reagent, poison, and other such things. To those who know of her new martial art style, she is summoned to teach them this new style.
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First demon ever. Probably rather bad, but worth a shot.
Demon of the Second Circle
Inversive Soul of the Alchemist of Souls
There is a young woman who lives in castle of flowing light. There she dances-and fights- against another young woman just like her. They are both watched by other young woman who are like each other. All of them are Lilime, even the castle, for it is made from her.
Lilime bears the features of those who are from the Realm, although her purple liquid hair makes her inhuman nature obvious and she wears a coat of ebon leather with much too long sleeves. She Who Dances Among Herselves was born from Khereon Ul's experiment incorporating other Yozi's nature to create a better lesser self, ironic that she considers them pathetic.
Her blood is a powerful vitriol capable of melting and shifting flesh, memories, metal, language, souls, even Magical Material can be liqueified with enough time and/or blood. However, she usually uses it to carry her own nature turning those who come into contact with it for extended times to turn into her, carrying their memories-and Lilime's- with none of their personalities. The newly born demon only has a scant few hours in Creation before returning to Malfeas. The copies are wholly independent, they do not share one mind they simply have the same exact one. (Un?)fortunately only five of her may exist at any time, her vitriol-blood simply won't create more of her
She considers such thing as a blessing , for how can others bear be anything but like her? yet this change is usually a slow and painful thing, patches of their body turn pitch black with the edges colored purple, the vitriol courses through them like a river of anguish before turning into a copy of her in a flood of ecstasy like no other. This is because it is in her nature to bring kindness and cruelty hand by hand, only with dolls may she exhibit kindness without cruelty and only to those who defile them may she bring cruelty without kindness.
Lilime does this because of her paradoxical nature, she is endlessly compassionate yet she can only love herself, she is lonely but she desires none but herself, and she is endlessly selfless in her selfishness. This paradox extends not only in her personality but also in her body, she is incredibly graceful but she was born with the inability to feel anything in her arms and legs so she wears a starmetal and moonsilver legging that ends in a spear head, the inside of which is serrated so her blood may flow endlessly through the tip. Unfortunately she has not found anything to help her arms, at least none that fits her taste.
The demon has also recently created a martial art called Dancing Transgression Style to express the joy that she feels in battle. Few others have learned it, though many in Malfeas have seen it. She is much too proud to not show it off at any opportunity.
Lilime may come to Creation when a woman kills her love in joy under the moonlight, there she will appear in a flurry of cruel laughter, soothing hymns, and shifting purple of lights before the woman. Then she will give her a cup of her vitriol-blood to celebrate the occasion.
Sorcerers summon Lilime to ask her to kill their foes quickly and painfully, for she's a formidable combatant with a cruel streak a mile wide. She is also usually asked to give her vitriol-blood as a reagent, poison, and other such things. To those who know of her new martial art style, she is summoned to teach them this new style.
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First demon ever. Probably rather bad, but worth a shot.