The Sandman
So Zetta Slowpoke
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Don't forget about Alchemicals and Autochthonians suddenly showing up.
General Exalted Thread
TenfoldShields
Lounging on a Hoard of Words
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Sure yeah! I mean I'm probably not a huge help in general and I'm not even a reliable filter for "is this stupid" but sure.
Did you have any direction in particular you wanted to go with it? I mean most of the Yozi are physics/space jokes and shit. The Ebon Dragon is entropy, SWLIHN is a galaxy (but also anti-matter), Malfeas is a lite Dyson Sphere. A Yozi that's a glacier would probably be themed around absolute zero stuff/the coldness of space though, uh, the proper Yozi aren't exactly gentle anything.
Panonca can't actually see the future. She's just built up a complex, intricate nihilistic philosophy that completely and indisputably proves (without a doubt!) that everything will eventually be consumed by the perfection of her greater self so nothing really matters. Which is awfully convenient for someone who already thinks the world is pretty shitty and resents it for being so shitty.
(also ssshhhutup
/me says, as he edits the post)
Afaik Yozi and subordinate souls can't really process or handle necrotic Essence. They're straight up not built for it and trying to brute force it just results in withering away as your metaphysical liver cries uncle (although this might just be me pulling from Scorp's Ebon Dragon 3CD Fossyi so who fucking knows, but it makes sense to me). It's honestly more simple although if you want to use her you can obviously roll with whatever interpretation you want or suits you best but like...
Tbh she's really just a huge hypocrite. "All your great causes and dreams and aspirations that guide your life are flawed and meaningless but the great cause that guides my life is The Perfect and will be achieved no matter what". She acts superior and woke as fuck but on some level she's twisted all out of shape and knows it. Ultimately she embodies Khvarenah's sense of selfishness paired with his pretty bleak outlook and represents a source of internal tension and contradiction.
Panonca says that nothing matters, nobody matters, and you shouldn't find comfort in it because you're weak and pathetic too (she says, as she finds comfort in it)
Sawar says that everything matters because fuck you.
i call foul
no lunar has ever said that ;v
I guarantee you one has. If nothing else, at least in the context of insulting strictly heterosexual people who aren't interested in the more exotic things they can offer with shapeshifting.
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Sure yeah! I mean I'm probably not a huge help in general and I'm not even a reliable filter for "is this stupid" but sure.
Did you have any direction in particular you wanted to go with it? I mean most of the Yozi are physics/space jokes and shit. The Ebon Dragon is entropy, SWLIHN is a galaxy (but also anti-matter), Malfeas is a lite Dyson Sphere. A Yozi that's a glacier would probably be themed around absolute zero stuff/the coldness of space though, uh, the proper Yozi aren't exactly gentle anything.
Some brainstorming: maybe a Yozi after existential/mental breakdown that dreams only of proper death and avoiding fate of Neverborn, so he build layers upon layers of ICE upon his world body, but can't quite freeze himself to "proper" death... the suicidal mirror to homicidal Silent Wind? As for space puns, wouldn't he be embodied concept of heat death of the universe?
Edit: mix in bits of Mountains of Madness and it could be proper Lovecraftian horror..
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Why did the forum say that this post quoted me?
Likely a bug somewhere. It's happened to me a few times too.
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- Denmark
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Because it used to quote you and the forum software still registers as such.
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Insert quote remember all quotes, not only those from one thread. I was going to quote one of your CA posts, but then remembered that I firmly promised myself to never discuss politics on Internet forums, ever again. (I will do it again when I get bored, probably).
Apologies.
Sure yeah! I mean I'm probably not a huge help in general and I'm not even a reliable filter for "is this stupid" but sure.
Did you have any direction in particular you wanted to go with it? I mean most of the Yozi are physics/space jokes and shit. The Ebon Dragon is entropy, SWLIHN is a galaxy (but also anti-matter), Malfeas is a lite Dyson Sphere. A Yozi that's a glacier would probably be themed around absolute zero stuff/the coldness of space though, uh, the proper Yozi aren't exactly gentle anything.
Thank you, I had thought that my post was being ignored. I hadn't made the connection between the Yozis and astrophysics, so thank you for that as well.
According to EarthScorpion, each of the canon Yozis embody a mental disorder of some kind. SWLiHN is OCD, Cecylene has a god complex, Ebbie the Friendly Dragon is a textbook sociopath, etc. In the case of my OC Yozi, that would be depression. He legitimately believes that existence is not worth the pain it brings, and whenever he finds a being of any kind upon his World-Body, he freezes them within it, though he (normally) can't be arsed to actually seek out beings to do this to. Hence, the link to gentle deaths.
Pretty much this. However, I believe Adorjan to be suicidally depressed anyways - she just deals with it in a healthier (?) manner than my OC, turning outward instead of inward, enjoying life for what it offers instead of wallowing in her own despair.
By way of proof, I present to you the Csend, Adorjan's Fetich, who quite firmly believes that caring about anything is Bad. This is a common symptom of depression, common enough that it may as well be the defining symptom.
@TenfoldShields I've really liked your demon stuff before but I love Apaosha and Panonca! Both have great emotional resonance and usefulness to sorcerers to bring them into the plot and complicate things. Even better, they both say a lot about their progenitor.
That's not my observation - it's something from Neph, the person who wrote their charmsets, on the old WW forums.
Also, Cecelyne is not a "god complex". She's bitterly depressed and cynical, hypocritically using power. Nothing about her Charmset is about meglomania or anything about that - it's all about using the trappings of law and religion as a tool to control people (well, that and being a giant evil desert).
Yana, the Famine Courtesan
Demon of the Second Circle
Wisdom Soul of the Seven-Tailed Comet
When Yana comes to a land, she finds the lord of this place and through her wiles feeds him her fingernails. From that day forth, food from his land neither nourishes nor sates. Men feast and feast on fresh-plucked fruit and find they can barely survive, while animals waste away and children suffer. Should the peasants rise up and slay their ruler, though, her curse will be lifted. The Famine Courtesan watches such scenes, and plays sad laments upon her erhu.
Yana would be the fairest of Sima's souls, were she not so thin. Every rib can be counted on her form, and her wasp-like waist can be encircled by the hands of a child. There is something ephemeral about her appearance and in twilight she is faintly luminescent. She dresses in fine and revealing clothes, but her skin is too taut over her bones for the desired effect. Cats love her, flocking to her in large numbers to twine around her ankles. Yana has twelve fingers on both hands, and fruit she touches loses all colour. She wears many skins, always looking like a local of the lands she afflicts, but within the Demon City she dons the form of a pillar of dust and salt and holds dominion over a fortress-gate in Malfeas' walls on the 823th layer.
The Famine Courtesan considers herself to be a deeply moral being. Before she picks a victim, she first watches them for at least a month. She knows that her actions afflict many, and thus those she targets must be worthy of such terrible punishment. These are the things which most draw her ire; hypocrisy between one's stated goals and one's methods, false humility from the Exalted, concealing one's misdeeds, and mistreating cats.
Yana has a sharp mind and a sharper tongue, and often struggles to hide her contempt for those she decides to punish. Given a choice, she will argue philosophy with her summoner, running over the consequences of their actions and playing devil's advocate to their decisions. Many tell her to be silent for that reason.
This demon lord is an affliction upon a land, and that is what sorcerers invoke her for; to ruin their rivals, rouse up the peasantry, and cripple armies in the field. They should beware, however, for Yana remembers those who force her to bring famine and they become her foes. Those sorcerers who send her to judge someone by her own standards earn her thanks and she will often leave gifts before returning to Hell. The Famine Courtesan gains a point of limit for each day her curse remains on someone who does not meet her standards for punishment. She can escape from Hell when a cat is slain on a field that has grown the same crop for seven or more years in a row.
Meshk, the Plague-Naib
Demon of the Second Circle
Expressive Soul of the Seven-Tailed Comet
Meshk is as fat as his sister Yana is thin. Rotund and jolly, he is an affliction to Creation and Hell alike. He has green skin, and a third eye in the centre of his forehead. Great pockmarks scar his face. He wears many opal rings upon his fat, bulging fingers, and swathes himself in pus-stained silks. He rides a sickly boil-covered ox. When he steps forth into Creation he exhales a vast cloud of disease that has never been seen before, and this limits his time in the world - for when the last person suffering that disease recovers or dies, he is cast back to Hell. So too does the sickness pass if he is banished prematurely.
Those who suffer illness are his subjects and when he raises his hands he can call them from their sickbeds and force them to serve him. The sicker one is, the harder it is to resist him. Some welcome this, though, for as long as one serves Meskh one's illness is put into abeyance, only returning when one leaves his service. Within Hell he rules over a great expanse on the hundred-and-second layer, where illnesses unknown to the mortal world strike down demonkind and so give him dominion over them. Vast ziggurats are built by coughing hordes, and upon each temple rests an icon of the Plague-Naib.
Within his bloated guts brew countless maladies. He does not command them as an occultist, but rather as a lord. He can heal as easily as he can sicken, commanding the disease to leave the body of a victim - or else ordering it to become virulent beyond all reason. The more potent the disease, the more force he has to put into his orders and strong-willed illnesses can ignore him. So attuned is he to disease that he cannot cross a line of freshly cut medicinal herbs, nor can his diseases strike someone touching silver. It is said that the pockmarks on his face came from when a Lunar summoned him to try to cure the Great Contagion - and he found a disease beyond his dominion that nearly slew him.
Sorcerers evoke Meshk for the purposes of plague - whether to cause it, or cure it. Some Lunars have been known to call him to command a plague-sickened city as to conscript an army swiftly. The Plague-Naib takes a point of Limit for each action where he is in skin contact with silver or fresh-cut herbs. He can escape from Hell when a new disease emerges, in order to catalogue it and add it to his records.
Demon of the Second Circle
Wisdom Soul of the Seven-Tailed Comet
When Yana comes to a land, she finds the lord of this place and through her wiles feeds him her fingernails. From that day forth, food from his land neither nourishes nor sates. Men feast and feast on fresh-plucked fruit and find they can barely survive, while animals waste away and children suffer. Should the peasants rise up and slay their ruler, though, her curse will be lifted. The Famine Courtesan watches such scenes, and plays sad laments upon her erhu.
Yana would be the fairest of Sima's souls, were she not so thin. Every rib can be counted on her form, and her wasp-like waist can be encircled by the hands of a child. There is something ephemeral about her appearance and in twilight she is faintly luminescent. She dresses in fine and revealing clothes, but her skin is too taut over her bones for the desired effect. Cats love her, flocking to her in large numbers to twine around her ankles. Yana has twelve fingers on both hands, and fruit she touches loses all colour. She wears many skins, always looking like a local of the lands she afflicts, but within the Demon City she dons the form of a pillar of dust and salt and holds dominion over a fortress-gate in Malfeas' walls on the 823th layer.
The Famine Courtesan considers herself to be a deeply moral being. Before she picks a victim, she first watches them for at least a month. She knows that her actions afflict many, and thus those she targets must be worthy of such terrible punishment. These are the things which most draw her ire; hypocrisy between one's stated goals and one's methods, false humility from the Exalted, concealing one's misdeeds, and mistreating cats.
Yana has a sharp mind and a sharper tongue, and often struggles to hide her contempt for those she decides to punish. Given a choice, she will argue philosophy with her summoner, running over the consequences of their actions and playing devil's advocate to their decisions. Many tell her to be silent for that reason.
This demon lord is an affliction upon a land, and that is what sorcerers invoke her for; to ruin their rivals, rouse up the peasantry, and cripple armies in the field. They should beware, however, for Yana remembers those who force her to bring famine and they become her foes. Those sorcerers who send her to judge someone by her own standards earn her thanks and she will often leave gifts before returning to Hell. The Famine Courtesan gains a point of limit for each day her curse remains on someone who does not meet her standards for punishment. She can escape from Hell when a cat is slain on a field that has grown the same crop for seven or more years in a row.
Meshk, the Plague-Naib
Demon of the Second Circle
Expressive Soul of the Seven-Tailed Comet
Meshk is as fat as his sister Yana is thin. Rotund and jolly, he is an affliction to Creation and Hell alike. He has green skin, and a third eye in the centre of his forehead. Great pockmarks scar his face. He wears many opal rings upon his fat, bulging fingers, and swathes himself in pus-stained silks. He rides a sickly boil-covered ox. When he steps forth into Creation he exhales a vast cloud of disease that has never been seen before, and this limits his time in the world - for when the last person suffering that disease recovers or dies, he is cast back to Hell. So too does the sickness pass if he is banished prematurely.
Those who suffer illness are his subjects and when he raises his hands he can call them from their sickbeds and force them to serve him. The sicker one is, the harder it is to resist him. Some welcome this, though, for as long as one serves Meskh one's illness is put into abeyance, only returning when one leaves his service. Within Hell he rules over a great expanse on the hundred-and-second layer, where illnesses unknown to the mortal world strike down demonkind and so give him dominion over them. Vast ziggurats are built by coughing hordes, and upon each temple rests an icon of the Plague-Naib.
Within his bloated guts brew countless maladies. He does not command them as an occultist, but rather as a lord. He can heal as easily as he can sicken, commanding the disease to leave the body of a victim - or else ordering it to become virulent beyond all reason. The more potent the disease, the more force he has to put into his orders and strong-willed illnesses can ignore him. So attuned is he to disease that he cannot cross a line of freshly cut medicinal herbs, nor can his diseases strike someone touching silver. It is said that the pockmarks on his face came from when a Lunar summoned him to try to cure the Great Contagion - and he found a disease beyond his dominion that nearly slew him.
Sorcerers evoke Meshk for the purposes of plague - whether to cause it, or cure it. Some Lunars have been known to call him to command a plague-sickened city as to conscript an army swiftly. The Plague-Naib takes a point of Limit for each action where he is in skin contact with silver or fresh-cut herbs. He can escape from Hell when a new disease emerges, in order to catalogue it and add it to his records.
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- Singapore
Inspired by nurgle?
TenfoldShields
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I don't think it's as cut and dried as that really and in general there isn't exactly a 1:1 relation. It's not like you can pull out the DSM-5 and be like "okay, here's Elloge and Oramus and Metagaos and theeere's Isidoros". Each Yozi is a constellation of fucked up traits and is better examined as, like, okay what kind of villain would they be? The Ebon Dragon is the evil doppelganger who slowly erases you while taking over your life, dragging you down to his level where he has the advantage. Isidoros is the vice-consumed (at least by @Revlid's great writeup) brute, the tank of a man who pursues what he wants with single-minded determination. Metagaos is a creature-feature and Oramus makes you Nyarlathotep who brings wonders and terror to mankind, Cecelyne is the prophet of a capricious and uncaring god and Malfeas is the "stride into battle and do the Sauron-thing".
Adorjan, fr'ex, really doesn't map well to depression at all. Her lack of caring about things isn't 'cause she's got the head-blues and she's not afflicted with lethargy and suicidal ideation or a loss of enjoyment in activities she once cared for. She just had something deeply traumatic happen to her, had a Titan-sized psychotic break, and thinks she found enlightenment in the pain.
"Attachments are pain and love is pain and I will show you the bliss of freeing yourself from such temporal shackles by FLAYING YOU ALIVE IN THE KILLER WIND".
You can't feel the pain of attachment if no bit of you is attached to any other bit right?
It's worth noting that even by the standards of the Yozi Adorjan is viscerally offputting and deeply unsettling. For all that Jacint is a bro.
It's worth noting too that each Yozi is just...a huge asshole. An often really really petty one at that. So you have to factor that in mind while designing one, it's the kind of creature that's basically been left to stew for millennia in its own neuroses and was a prick at the start of it.
now do one based on slaanesh
they go around handing out boobs to their loyal followers, but only one and you have to hope really hard for good placement
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I don't think it's as cut and dried as that really and in general there isn't exactly a 1:1 relation. It's not like you can pull out the DSM-5 and be like "okay, here's Elloge and Oramus and Metagaos and theeere's Isidoros". Each Yozi is a constellation of fucked up traits and is better examined as, like, okay what kind of villain would they be? The Ebon Dragon is the evil doppelganger who slowly erases you while taking over your life, dragging you down to his level where he has the advantage. Isidoros is the vice-consumed (at least by @Revlid's great writeup) brute, the tank of a man who pursues what he wants with single-minded determination. Metagaos is a creature-feature and Oramus makes you Nyarlathotep who brings wonders and terror to mankind, Cecelyne is the prophet of a capricious and uncaring god and Malfeas is the "stride into battle and do the Sauron-thing".
Adorjan, fr'ex, really doesn't map well to depression at all. Her lack of caring about things isn't 'cause she's got the head-blues and she's not afflicted with lethargy and suicidal ideation or a loss of enjoyment in activities she once cared for. She just had something deeply traumatic happen to her, had a Titan-sized psychotic break, and thinks she found enlightenment in the pain.
"Attachments are pain and love is pain and I will show you the bliss of freeing yourself from such temporal shackles by FLAYING YOU ALIVE IN THE KILLER WIND".
You can't feel the pain of attachment if no bit of you is attached to any other bit right?
It's worth noting that even by the standards of the Yozi Adorjan is viscerally offputting and deeply unsettling. For all that Jacint is a bro.
It's worth noting too that each Yozi is just...a huge asshole. An often really really petty one at that. So you have to factor that in mind while designing one, it's the kind of creature that's basically been left to stew for millennia in its own neuroses and was a prick at the start of it.
now do one based on slaanesh
they go around handing out boobs to their loyal followers, but only one and you have to hope really hard for good placement
Honestly there probably would be room for some sort of Obsession-based demon? Not sure how to put it without sounding weird, though, because, well, sex demons.
But I guess sorta based on the definition of a fetish that is less, "Oh, hey, I like guys that wear stockings" and more in the "Obsessive fixation" sense? So some sort of demon that works as a memetic fetish virus? Like, turns into smoke and whispers in your ears about how hot stockings are until you're literally unable to think about anything else, sexually.
Yes, I'm being silly. (Also stockings was a random choice.)
Mazah, the Smith of Strife
Demon of the Second Circle
Messenger Soul of the Seven-Tailed Comet
When a weeping bride-to-be or orphaned child approaches Mazah and blames her for the death of their loved one, the Smith of Strife only rolls her shoulders and shrugs. "I was only the one who made their weapon that ended their life," she says, red eyes burning without a hint of sorrow. "One cannot blame a tool for the purpose it is put to. I did not kill your loved one; it was the one who slew them." And then she forges the bereaved a weapon and hands it to them with her blessing, to do as they see fit. If men murder each other when handed a knife, surely the flaw is with mankind rather than knives. Snakes come to her and hiss their agreement, and crickets applaud such forthright honesty. Her weapons know that she does not blame them, and they will melt rather than strike her.
Mazah wears the form of a cast-out Bride of Ahlat, branded for treachery, and some whisper that indeed she was once mortal before Sima swallowed the woman whole and spat out Mazah. Tempers flare around her and men become irrational from strange nightmares they cannot recall. Water becomes polluted with soot from her work. She is laconic and humble, eating only brown rice and eggs and drinking only water or diluted wine. Mazah only owns what she can carry with her, and gives away any rewards for her work that weigh too much for her.
The Smith of Strife keeps her forge in her cloak, laying it down upon the ground when she finds a village - or a town, or a lord - who needs her services. Mazah's forge is a place of white stone walls and strange tools she built herself, and within it she can swiftly forge enough blades to equip an army - if only provided with enough coal and ore. She works with terrible speed, making all kinds of brutal weapons from firewands to crossbows to axes. Those, she gives away for free or trades in return for more of the raw material needed to work her craft, and then she moves on. The wars and feuds that emerge in her wake are none of her concern.
Demonologists invoke Mazah to equip an army. Unlike judgemental Yana, Mazah offers no opinion on what they have her do. Her actions are meaningless, as are all things. She makes weapons because that is what she enjoys doing. What more reason does one need? Mazah gains a point of limit for each day her progress is obstructed by a lack of raw materials, or by the orders of her summoner. She can escape from Hell to answer the cries of oppressed mortals who long for vengeance against their overlords.
Mazah's Weapons
The weapons made by the Smith of Strife are simple, functional, and well-made. They bear her snake-and-cricket mark somewhere on them. They are just weapons. They don't make you pick them up and kill people. It's all you.
Thaumaturgical Properties:
Fuelled By Hate (2) - Attacks made with these weapons against a character who the wielder has a negative Intimacy towards receive a +2 dice bonus, which count as dice from a speciality. This bonus also applies if either character's behaviour is currently compelled by Valour.
Strong Humours (Valour) (-2) - Such is the nature of man, to read violence into a mere weapon. A character holding one of these weapons must roll their Valour when acting in a contrary manner, just as though it were rated 3+. If the Virtue is rated 3+, such rolls automatically succeed. The Virtue's actual rating is unaffected.
Demon of the Second Circle
Messenger Soul of the Seven-Tailed Comet
When a weeping bride-to-be or orphaned child approaches Mazah and blames her for the death of their loved one, the Smith of Strife only rolls her shoulders and shrugs. "I was only the one who made their weapon that ended their life," she says, red eyes burning without a hint of sorrow. "One cannot blame a tool for the purpose it is put to. I did not kill your loved one; it was the one who slew them." And then she forges the bereaved a weapon and hands it to them with her blessing, to do as they see fit. If men murder each other when handed a knife, surely the flaw is with mankind rather than knives. Snakes come to her and hiss their agreement, and crickets applaud such forthright honesty. Her weapons know that she does not blame them, and they will melt rather than strike her.
Mazah wears the form of a cast-out Bride of Ahlat, branded for treachery, and some whisper that indeed she was once mortal before Sima swallowed the woman whole and spat out Mazah. Tempers flare around her and men become irrational from strange nightmares they cannot recall. Water becomes polluted with soot from her work. She is laconic and humble, eating only brown rice and eggs and drinking only water or diluted wine. Mazah only owns what she can carry with her, and gives away any rewards for her work that weigh too much for her.
The Smith of Strife keeps her forge in her cloak, laying it down upon the ground when she finds a village - or a town, or a lord - who needs her services. Mazah's forge is a place of white stone walls and strange tools she built herself, and within it she can swiftly forge enough blades to equip an army - if only provided with enough coal and ore. She works with terrible speed, making all kinds of brutal weapons from firewands to crossbows to axes. Those, she gives away for free or trades in return for more of the raw material needed to work her craft, and then she moves on. The wars and feuds that emerge in her wake are none of her concern.
Demonologists invoke Mazah to equip an army. Unlike judgemental Yana, Mazah offers no opinion on what they have her do. Her actions are meaningless, as are all things. She makes weapons because that is what she enjoys doing. What more reason does one need? Mazah gains a point of limit for each day her progress is obstructed by a lack of raw materials, or by the orders of her summoner. She can escape from Hell to answer the cries of oppressed mortals who long for vengeance against their overlords.
Mazah's Weapons
The weapons made by the Smith of Strife are simple, functional, and well-made. They bear her snake-and-cricket mark somewhere on them. They are just weapons. They don't make you pick them up and kill people. It's all you.
Thaumaturgical Properties:
Fuelled By Hate (2) - Attacks made with these weapons against a character who the wielder has a negative Intimacy towards receive a +2 dice bonus, which count as dice from a speciality. This bonus also applies if either character's behaviour is currently compelled by Valour.
Strong Humours (Valour) (-2) - Such is the nature of man, to read violence into a mere weapon. A character holding one of these weapons must roll their Valour when acting in a contrary manner, just as though it were rated 3+. If the Virtue is rated 3+, such rolls automatically succeed. The Virtue's actual rating is unaffected.
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Atoshi
The human equivalent of a potato
So are you going for a Horsemen of the Apocalypse theme here? Nice. Hope you remember poor Conquest, everyone forgets that guy.
Possible, but I don't see them really fitting in with the story I've got in mind. Return of the Scarlet Empress indicated that Alchemicals showing up would either have no real effect because they're far away, or would be such a major shift in paradigm that the entire War could be derailed. It would be like having the Empress showing up again, just throws everything off and kills off a lot of the ongoing plots because suddenly there's a much bigger issue to worry about.
I'd rather keep the focus on the Blessed Isle,at least until the war gets well under way. If there's a really compelling reason to have them show up, or the vast majority of players really want them to be involved, maybe, but otherwise keeping them off the playing field for now.
Tzale, the Death of Princes
Demon of the Second Circle
Defining Soul of the Seven-Tailed Comet
Tzale has the seeming of a young man with dark skin, who wears a stone skull-mask made from one of the scales of Oramus. His mannerisms are of a backwoods hunter, and he speaks with a folksy charm. He chews Malfean vegetation, and this leaves a peculiar metallic odour around him. However, when Tzale wraps himself in his enchanted cloak woven from Sima's fur he can become anything that he is not. With crossbow and his long fine knives, he hunts his prey. Those he kills never show the marks of blade or bolt. Their bodies are left as if they were slain by some other cause - a heart attack, a savage mauling by a tiger or murder with a great jade hammer, to name but a few. The Death of Princes has no control over what marks his weapons leave on his foes.
The Death of Princes is the inferior of Lucien in an open fight, for he is a hunter who treats the great and mighty as his prey. Only those with temporal power even feel Tzale's weapons. His knives will bounce off a serf, scratch the abbot of a minor monastery and cleanly decapitate a prince. His nature to slay the strong and leave the weak leaves him an outcast and criminal in the eyes of Cecelyne's law. Yet despite that, the priests have not caught him - for the law has given them authority over him and thus his blades are sharp and keen when plunged into their backs.
Many of the hired killers and assassins of Creation worship the Death of Princes, offering their kills to him and engaging in sordid bloody rites in hidden wild places. Some call him a god and he accepts that title. His own knives would cut him for this, but he tires of working in the shadows without recognition. The praise of the assassins of Creation and the veneration they give him sates his craving for recognition. Tzale was once more humble and more cautious, but in his vainglory he has begun to leave clues and hints for his targets as he stalks them. Those killers who feed his ego and call him to this world are gifted with weapons from the Demon Realm and rites to call his serfs.
Tzale is well-named, for he brings death to the princes of the world and that is what demonologists call on him for. Alas, sorcerers are powerful men with dominion over the world and many have fallen to him. Many books that mention him have been censored by sorcerers who would hide his existence from his foes, which offends him. His offence does not deny his nature, however, and he gains a point of limit whenever someone he has sworn to kill recognises him. Tzale is called to Creation by certain rare astrological phenomena, and the learned know such signs often result in ill fates for the powerful.
Demon of the Second Circle
Defining Soul of the Seven-Tailed Comet
Tzale has the seeming of a young man with dark skin, who wears a stone skull-mask made from one of the scales of Oramus. His mannerisms are of a backwoods hunter, and he speaks with a folksy charm. He chews Malfean vegetation, and this leaves a peculiar metallic odour around him. However, when Tzale wraps himself in his enchanted cloak woven from Sima's fur he can become anything that he is not. With crossbow and his long fine knives, he hunts his prey. Those he kills never show the marks of blade or bolt. Their bodies are left as if they were slain by some other cause - a heart attack, a savage mauling by a tiger or murder with a great jade hammer, to name but a few. The Death of Princes has no control over what marks his weapons leave on his foes.
The Death of Princes is the inferior of Lucien in an open fight, for he is a hunter who treats the great and mighty as his prey. Only those with temporal power even feel Tzale's weapons. His knives will bounce off a serf, scratch the abbot of a minor monastery and cleanly decapitate a prince. His nature to slay the strong and leave the weak leaves him an outcast and criminal in the eyes of Cecelyne's law. Yet despite that, the priests have not caught him - for the law has given them authority over him and thus his blades are sharp and keen when plunged into their backs.
Many of the hired killers and assassins of Creation worship the Death of Princes, offering their kills to him and engaging in sordid bloody rites in hidden wild places. Some call him a god and he accepts that title. His own knives would cut him for this, but he tires of working in the shadows without recognition. The praise of the assassins of Creation and the veneration they give him sates his craving for recognition. Tzale was once more humble and more cautious, but in his vainglory he has begun to leave clues and hints for his targets as he stalks them. Those killers who feed his ego and call him to this world are gifted with weapons from the Demon Realm and rites to call his serfs.
Tzale is well-named, for he brings death to the princes of the world and that is what demonologists call on him for. Alas, sorcerers are powerful men with dominion over the world and many have fallen to him. Many books that mention him have been censored by sorcerers who would hide his existence from his foes, which offends him. His offence does not deny his nature, however, and he gains a point of limit whenever someone he has sworn to kill recognises him. Tzale is called to Creation by certain rare astrological phenomena, and the learned know such signs often result in ill fates for the powerful.
- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Ahahahahahahahahahaha
In order to bind him, you need to exercise your authority over him as an Exalt - one of the greatest and mightiest in all Creation - who invokes the Surrender Oaths or the Laws of Cecelyne against him.
Set lol.value = infinite. That is fucking hilarious.
Also hee. Not the four horsemen of the apocalypse. The seven. Sima is, after all, a comet who brings ill omens wherever she is seen.
Atoshi
The human equivalent of a potato
So what does that make the other three? Conquest might be in there, but that still leaves two.
- Location
- Pittsburgh, PA
God, he'd get along with one of the TCDs I'm trying to assemble, and most of his SCDs to boot. Speaking of which, could an Unquestionable whose dislike for the idea of the strong dominating the weak is so great he constantly weeps and sobs over his status and has his Warden Soul constantly mutilate him to lessen his own power get away with it by virtue of him also being a complete nonpresence in Malfeas' politics, since then he'd be exerting his power over less powerful beings? Or does his Warden Soul have to fend off assassination attempts from the priesthood of Cecelyne?
grommile
nasty-minded old cynic
- Location
- NERV-Mercia
- Pronouns
- Traditional/Animate
Is it just me, or does anyone else think this sounds like a remarkably common escape condition in Creation?
Dynamesmouse
Bzzzzzz
What overlord lets their oppressed mortals cry for vengeance? Amateurs, that's who!Is it just me, or does anyone else think this sounds like a remarkably common escape condition in Creation?
- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I very much doubt these are Christian portants of the apocalypse - that's only really a valid resource for the Empyreal Chaos. Tzale isn't Death astride a Pale Horse; he's the Death of Princes. More likely they're general apocalyptic things heralded by comets, since Sima is one. Halleyʼs Comet was blamed the end of King Harold's reign and his death at Hastings, for instance. And the fall of Constantinople, IIRC.