Graypairofsocks
What is Grammar?
- Location
- earth
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General Exalted Thread
- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Here is a joke someone drew about abyssals based on that:
Ehm, that might be rather NSFW and unsuited for this site.
Just as a warning.
Graypairofsocks
What is Grammar?
- Location
- earth
I put that part there before refinding the comic, I had forgotten how ....... ridiculous it was.
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
Oh that. Yes I saw that Artwork by Jen in Onyx Path.
Eukie
Powered by furious Canadian redheads
I don't remember Abyssals fully, but isn't that a Kimbery-Infernal power?
- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Well, besides trying social attacks in the heat of battle: you can use presence and performance charms to support others in combat. Survival or War lets you get your Familiar/Minions fighting for you instead. Get the early Dodge and Stealth/Athletics Charms if your goal is merely to keep your head down/flee while the rest of the group handles the actual killing.
Alternatively, I'd recommend a Social Character that actually wants to get their hands dirty to take Martial Arts. You can buy it up with SXP on the side while your social charms are bought with regular XP. Something like Snake or Black Claw would keep you pretty competitive as long as your base Dex+Martial Arts pool is a decent size.
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- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
sigh
on one hand: you're terrible etc
on the other hand: free second circle demon
u r terribl ES
Salty
Shadow Cabal Assumptor Supreme
- Location
- Sun, Moon, Talia
- Pronouns
- I/Me
Still waiting for an explanation of this.
Tenfoldshields's Stuff
TenfoldShields
Lounging on a Hoard of Words
- Pronouns
- He/Him
and the sweet sweet crack that is the approval of anonymous strangers
More seriously, speaking as someone who's just getting into Exalted and really engaged with the world and the setting and the structure...demons are really fun because they inherently have pretty strong hooks. Like it's built into them, what are they for and what do they do?
Also there's a fuckbillion of them and they take at least a measure of creative energy to make so seeing the ones other people made is always fun. To compare and size up for stealing if nothing else.
And speaking of (yeah tags I get the hint
):TenfoldShields's Stuff
Dialogues of Iridescent Sin: A Demonomicon
Kimberian Demons (Added once Revised/Edited)
Mazscyllic, Fetich Soul of the Sea that Marched Against the Flame
-Kairibus, Expressive Soul of the Archoness of the Cascade
-Ostreidi, Indulgent Soul of the Archoness of the Cascade
Sin Hinar, 2nd Soul of the Sea that Marched Against the Flame
-Adseclan, Expressive Soul of the Black Sargassum Sea
-Teng-Kigyo, Indulgent Soul of the Black Sargassum Sea
Cavenike, Progeny of X
Mahal Caracratina/Mahal Bhaleena Progeny of X
Sarkady, Progeny of the Duke of Eels
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TenfoldShields
Lounging on a Hoard of Words
- Pronouns
- He/Him
oh and speaking of me being a slut
Verkonyv, the Crimson Chiropterans
Demon of the First Circle
Progeny of the Edda Exsanguis
They are formed from the clotted currents of Elloge's ruined body. Birthed by blood and of it. Their skin an ichorous red that ripples and lingers in the air if they move suddenly. Their wings thin skeins of scarlet that swirl and flutter like a gory fog. They appear as nearly three meter tall bipedal beasts: muscled forelimbs and hindlimbs tipped in scabrous claws, a red so deep it's nearly black, and clad in little but short, tough fur. Great wings span their backs, from powerful shoulders to the base of their spines, capable of propelling them through the air above the misty highlands and headwaters of Elloge. Their visage is that of an enormous three-eyed bat. Its mouth lined with shining, ivory teeth.
Within Elloge swirl the fragments and shattered pieces of innumerable stories. Knowledge diverted and diffused, proliferating out through the myriad of demons that draw sustenance from the Yozi's blood. It is the task of the Verkonyv to track such things. To measure their breadth, depth; to search out new combinations of ideas for, while their distant progenitor is creatively sterile, innovation may be mimicked through a reordering of old material. With their long pink tongues they sample the currents of roaring rivers and chattering streams, tasting themes and language structure in Elloges lochs and pale cascades. Their hollow fangs are carven with glyphs and long, winding sentences. With them they sup upon the ichorous vintage of kin-clades, drinking deep of their fellow demons (though not, typically, to the point of destruction).
They are gourmands and literary critics par excellence. Able to divine minute differences between otherwise identical tales. To comprehensively break down this narrative or that into its constituent parts. When they uncover something new or, at the very least, new to them (or, alternatively, the subject of their search as mandated by their masters) they swallow the story and store it in one of several stomachs. When their bellies are bloated and bulging they return to their lords and ladies to regurgitate their findings. Their bloody fortune hauled off to be turned into a highly sought infernal vintages or alchemical regent. They are also clannish and compulsive collectors, many fancy themselves amateur novelists or aspiring poets and will secret away any interesting finds for their own use. They gather in vast flocks on the bleak bone peaks of Elloge and vomit their creations into the naturally occurring hollow basins. There they sample each other's work, comparing and contrasting, criticizing and acclaiming. The victors of the often vicious and thoroughly opaque arguments are allotted higher perches and more savory spoils. Losers are moved down and granted only second-hand cliches as compensation for participation.
Obscurity (2/3): Much to the disappointment of many, many sorcerers the Crimson Chiropterans are terrible interrogators. Lacking the ability or the need to distinguish between real and fabricated stories. Highly adapted to Ellogean environments what roles they have without are usually niche or ad hoc, limiting their utility in Creation. That noted they are excellent diagnosticians, able to divine toxins and ailments with but a taste of the subject's blood. Their prognosis almost always accurate if flowery in description. Additionally they are incredibly competent reviewers and many a more indulgent sorcerer has summoned a Verkonyv to edit and critique their personal work. The monstrous blood-bats are easily bribed with novelty and will forgo a contest of wills if offered a story from the surface (tastes vary but they are partial to romances). More learned men know that they are often summoned with the blood of Elloge in their guts. Properly induced these reclaimed stories have a variety of uses in Infernal alchemy, typically when creating compounds to confound, cloak, or dazzle. They are also critical to the creation of Visceral Wine, a valuable Ellogean luxury useful for dealings with other of the Yozi's creatures.
A Verkonyv may escape into Creation when a writer grappling with creative impotency spills their blood upon the page in careless frustration. The Crimson Chiropteran emerges from the scarlet-soaked parchment as a red-winged muse. Ready to offer enthusiastic advice in the hopes that they may carry a sample of the story back to Malfeas. They tend to be very put out when rebuffed by screaming or, more commonly, authorial stubbornness.
Verkonyv, the Crimson Chiropterans
Demon of the First Circle
Progeny of the Edda Exsanguis
They are formed from the clotted currents of Elloge's ruined body. Birthed by blood and of it. Their skin an ichorous red that ripples and lingers in the air if they move suddenly. Their wings thin skeins of scarlet that swirl and flutter like a gory fog. They appear as nearly three meter tall bipedal beasts: muscled forelimbs and hindlimbs tipped in scabrous claws, a red so deep it's nearly black, and clad in little but short, tough fur. Great wings span their backs, from powerful shoulders to the base of their spines, capable of propelling them through the air above the misty highlands and headwaters of Elloge. Their visage is that of an enormous three-eyed bat. Its mouth lined with shining, ivory teeth.
Within Elloge swirl the fragments and shattered pieces of innumerable stories. Knowledge diverted and diffused, proliferating out through the myriad of demons that draw sustenance from the Yozi's blood. It is the task of the Verkonyv to track such things. To measure their breadth, depth; to search out new combinations of ideas for, while their distant progenitor is creatively sterile, innovation may be mimicked through a reordering of old material. With their long pink tongues they sample the currents of roaring rivers and chattering streams, tasting themes and language structure in Elloges lochs and pale cascades. Their hollow fangs are carven with glyphs and long, winding sentences. With them they sup upon the ichorous vintage of kin-clades, drinking deep of their fellow demons (though not, typically, to the point of destruction).
They are gourmands and literary critics par excellence. Able to divine minute differences between otherwise identical tales. To comprehensively break down this narrative or that into its constituent parts. When they uncover something new or, at the very least, new to them (or, alternatively, the subject of their search as mandated by their masters) they swallow the story and store it in one of several stomachs. When their bellies are bloated and bulging they return to their lords and ladies to regurgitate their findings. Their bloody fortune hauled off to be turned into a highly sought infernal vintages or alchemical regent. They are also clannish and compulsive collectors, many fancy themselves amateur novelists or aspiring poets and will secret away any interesting finds for their own use. They gather in vast flocks on the bleak bone peaks of Elloge and vomit their creations into the naturally occurring hollow basins. There they sample each other's work, comparing and contrasting, criticizing and acclaiming. The victors of the often vicious and thoroughly opaque arguments are allotted higher perches and more savory spoils. Losers are moved down and granted only second-hand cliches as compensation for participation.
Obscurity (2/3): Much to the disappointment of many, many sorcerers the Crimson Chiropterans are terrible interrogators. Lacking the ability or the need to distinguish between real and fabricated stories. Highly adapted to Ellogean environments what roles they have without are usually niche or ad hoc, limiting their utility in Creation. That noted they are excellent diagnosticians, able to divine toxins and ailments with but a taste of the subject's blood. Their prognosis almost always accurate if flowery in description. Additionally they are incredibly competent reviewers and many a more indulgent sorcerer has summoned a Verkonyv to edit and critique their personal work. The monstrous blood-bats are easily bribed with novelty and will forgo a contest of wills if offered a story from the surface (tastes vary but they are partial to romances). More learned men know that they are often summoned with the blood of Elloge in their guts. Properly induced these reclaimed stories have a variety of uses in Infernal alchemy, typically when creating compounds to confound, cloak, or dazzle. They are also critical to the creation of Visceral Wine, a valuable Ellogean luxury useful for dealings with other of the Yozi's creatures.
A Verkonyv may escape into Creation when a writer grappling with creative impotency spills their blood upon the page in careless frustration. The Crimson Chiropteran emerges from the scarlet-soaked parchment as a red-winged muse. Ready to offer enthusiastic advice in the hopes that they may carry a sample of the story back to Malfeas. They tend to be very put out when rebuffed by screaming or, more commonly, authorial stubbornness.
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- Location
- Ottawa
I strongly disagree. For all the incessant criticism it receives, my in-play experience with the Craft system has been quite positive. It's a little weird to get your head around at first, but once you get the hang of it flows quite well and really helps integrate the wonder working into the game. It's by no means perfect, but it's far from the crazy nightmare that I initially assumed it would be.
The Solar Craft charm set is more problematic. It's incredibly overwhelming at first, though it does have a lot stronger design logic than you might assume at a glance. On the whole, it feels like a bit too much of a rough draft. At the very least it should come with a map and a guide. It's rather dry to read—unless you actually understand how the pieces fit together—then it's terrifying.
Beyond all that, Chaos-Resistance Preparation doesn't even directly interact with the Craft system.
The problems of the Charmset are inextricably tied to the problems of the basic system. If you're not using Charms, you're not making artifacts (at least not with any reliability at all), and if you're not making artifacts the system is barely there. You really don't have to care much about points, objectives, or whatever if you're just making mundane stuff.
For mortals, the basic system is just an overomplex version of "roll dice, get results". But using the basic system will lead you to write a Charmset that's bad in the exact way that the existing Charmset is bad.
- Location
- Brittany, France
- Pronouns
- He/Him
sorry i lost track that session ended up running a total of eleven hours I was ground down into dust by the end
Anyway Velvet, the Eclipse, wants to get a familiar spirit through Ephemeral Induction Technique. Her player designed the spirit, gave me its sheet, and trusted me to introduce it into the story so she could destroy it and reform it from her anima with EIT. A many-armed serpentine thing shrouded in a great cloak, feeding on hope and despair.
So, Cathak Raehion, exorcist and spirit-binder extraordinaire, conjured this spirit to help him fight Velvet. As mentioned above, Velvet applied Burning Exorcism Technique to Raehion then choked him into unconsciousness. During that time, she had used Spirit-Caging Mandala to restrain the spirit and duel Raehion away from it.
When Raehion fell unconscious, the spirit finally broke the mandala and attacked Velvet. And, uh... It proved a lot tougher than expected. To the point that Velvet faced a real possibility of dying.
So she used Soul Projection Method, plunging both herself and the spirit into a trance, hoping to be able to talk to it and convince him there was no need to fight.
It... didn't work. Not really. She did talk to the spirit, but it showed itself to be a fatalistic entity of hunger, a thing defined by the negation of the self and the absence of light.
So Velvet used that time, that trance in its mind, to... Try and prepare herself for death. Because she knew that once she would return to consciousness she would have very little chance to survive. And the spirit was kind to her, in a way.
Then Velvet turned her mind-self into an arrow of light and thrust herself at the spirit's self-representation, as a form of social influence, instilling the Intimacy "Whether you kill me or not, I will always be with you."
Then the trance broke and they resumed fighting to the death. A harsh, brutal, protracted fight during which Velvet combined social influence and physical attacks and held her own while growing increasingly desperate, a fight which the spirit dominated on paper.
But the Intimacies she had instilled into it were like poison. It wasn't a demon or an elemental or a ghost, it was an entity born of the corruption, a living hunger. It called itself "the negation of the self." And so the Intimacies Velvet built up into it were like a poison that unravelled the very fabric of its being until it started falling apart like a rotting corpse.
In the end it loved Velvet, and in loving her it perished. She never landed a single decisive hit and yet it died in her arms.
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Romantic_Kaiju
Romantic Kaiju
- Location
- National Battlefield
Should that be "yet it died in her arms"?
- Location
- Brittany, France
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I have no idea what you mean
Dynamesmouse
Bzzzzzz
I'm not crying. It's just raining on my keyboard.
- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Chiming Minaret had something like that too, except it was more like Chiming Minaret beating her enemy up completely, so it wasn't like that at all anyways.
But it did involve in emotion and sadness on my part though!
So as you may know, Chiming Minaret is my murder-whirlwind Water Aspected Outcaste, who is currently running around the West and stabbing things.
She is stealthy as fuck, really good at stabbing/slashing things and can speak with the winds (she can also channel the eternal power of BOREDOM to ignore social influence, because Dragon-Blooded are hilarious like that. This is also her only social Charm by the way).
But anyways, we usually resolve things with a single roll (even though our homebrew combat is pretty fun, she's still just too killy for us to bother with actual combat scenes against most people, kind of like Keris here honestly), but this specific situation was different, because she actually had to fight.
As you may know, Chiming Minaret had infiltrated the court of a king as a concubine, using only the tools of magnificent boredom, Politics 1 and kinda acceptable looks, in order to murder the king's wife due to knowing that she had made a deal with a Second Circle and had been elevated to the lofty heights of Enlightenment 4, which is also where Chiming Minaret sits by the way.
But Chiming Minaret only knew that she was a Yozi cultist, and that she was in a position of power (and that's a really shitty combination FYI), so she infiltrated the palace and managed to pass as a concubine through stunting and excellencies to get bonus dice and literally just going "look m8 i'm dragon-blooded, you probably want me on your side" to the only dude who figured out the truth of the matter.
She succeeded in her infiltration attempts, and managed to finally get into the queen after three fucking sessions aaargh. She slowly stepped closer to the woman, drawing her reaper daiklave concealed with Charms, readying herself for the blow, only for this fucking bullshit to happen:
This is the relevant part if you didn't want to read the fite section:
And that should be it.
Chiming Minaret is sadface.
But it did involve in emotion and sadness on my part though!
So as you may know, Chiming Minaret is my murder-whirlwind Water Aspected Outcaste, who is currently running around the West and stabbing things.
She is stealthy as fuck, really good at stabbing/slashing things and can speak with the winds (she can also channel the eternal power of BOREDOM to ignore social influence, because Dragon-Blooded are hilarious like that. This is also her only social Charm by the way).
But anyways, we usually resolve things with a single roll (even though our homebrew combat is pretty fun, she's still just too killy for us to bother with actual combat scenes against most people, kind of like Keris here honestly), but this specific situation was different, because she actually had to fight.
As you may know, Chiming Minaret had infiltrated the court of a king as a concubine, using only the tools of magnificent boredom, Politics 1 and kinda acceptable looks, in order to murder the king's wife due to knowing that she had made a deal with a Second Circle and had been elevated to the lofty heights of Enlightenment 4, which is also where Chiming Minaret sits by the way.
But Chiming Minaret only knew that she was a Yozi cultist, and that she was in a position of power (and that's a really shitty combination FYI), so she infiltrated the palace and managed to pass as a concubine through stunting and excellencies to get bonus dice and literally just going "look m8 i'm dragon-blooded, you probably want me on your side" to the only dude who figured out the truth of the matter.
She succeeded in her infiltration attempts, and managed to finally get into the queen after three fucking sessions aaargh. She slowly stepped closer to the woman, drawing her reaper daiklave concealed with Charms, readying herself for the blow, only for this fucking bullshit to happen:
This is the relevant part if you didn't want to read the fite section:
And that should be it.
Chiming Minaret is sadface.
Jemnite
CVN-69 Fella
- Location
- 清源书院
HAHAHAHA, finally caught up from the hundred pages ago. I'll start backtracking soon, still have to trawl from page 1 to about page 1000 or so. But probably organize and rename the thread marks before I do so. (I'm mostly just collating earthscorpion homebrew at this point)
Manus and tenfoldshields have their own indexes, check those. Otherwise imma be honest, it's 99 percent earthscorpion.
Cool I'll remove most of the thread Maria I made for you (also you're missing the dragonblood would shaping charm)
Okay in that case I'm leaving this threadmark alone
Might want to put a warning down at the post box instead of a threadmark on that, probably more visible
I'll start de thread marking your stuff tooAnd speaking of (yeah tags I get the hint
- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Jemnite
CVN-69 Fella
- Location
- 清源书院
i fixed it u stupid fukc
someone link me earthscorpion's demon document so I can purge the threadmarks some more. I already purged them of all the ghosts
no spoopy allowed
EDIT: nvm found it am building a giant wall around creation and deporting demons back to malfeas now
DOUBLE EDIT: Not to alarm anyone but I may have gone overboard with the threadmark organizing and deleted too many in too short a time and perhaps crashed the system's ability to handle them:
W H O O P S
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Graypairofsocks
What is Grammar?
- Location
- earth
There is stuff like it in the Abyssal's book. Like that Necrotech thing which is a zombie that fires fetuses out of its womb (and is rearmed by feeding it babies).
- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
please god why must you talk about this?
oh god please i had just forgotten how bad the Abyssals book was
- Location
- Singapore
OK.
Glad I got bored halfway through the book.
Just noticed that the banner was was banning CBT