tales?
tales?
Would it be accurate to say that all Princes of Chaos exemplify a Style under your system, @EarthScorpion?
I would suspect that it is a reference to the specific way that @EarthScorpion writes characters; namely that it goes [integration into general setting] -> [story and focus] -> [weaknesses and notes] - ([why would you want this?]).
>implying everything is not a structureRight, fair enough- I just thought there might've been a bit more to it than a simple word limit, like a structure or something like that.
EDIT: Altjough as MD has pointed out, there is in fact such structure
*scribbles down ideas* Thank you.Ramethus is the Crusader Worm, the Garden of Victory, whose themes are of conflict and bloody evolution. He represents the ideal that strength only comes through pain and survival, that all life must remain in flux or fall into stagnation, and when the Exalted Host rose up and stormed the gates of Heaven, he laughed - for what better proof could there be of his philosophy that peace is a lie, and all life must exist in eternal struggle? Ramethus would relish the idea of being the underdog fighting back against an overpowering enemy, because to him that's just the prologue to getting more badass. Likewise, a world wracked by the Highstorms would be very pleasing to him, as it forced all life to adapt or be wiped away.
He'd be both a major ally and a major resource hog for the Exalted Host - an active, allied Primordial who nevertheless needs constant support and upkeep to keep him from potentially getting in over his head and being captured/killed. Likewise, the akuma he'd spawn during Desolations would definitely help bolster their ability to fend off Gordius' armies.
Sort of what I was intending with the willing acceptance of the Great Curse, as the Exalt would essentially be removing the safety features, but honestly I'm thinking that Eseence 6+ probably should just be something only Big Good and Big Bad tier Exalts (and very successful PCs) should be able to have.One way to help explain it is that these Exaltations aren't anywhere near finished - the Solar/Lunar/Sidereal Exaltations are half-finished beta prototypes and the Abyssal Exaltations were completed under duress. Autochthon just didn't put the kind of effort into making these Exaltations that he did in canon, so not only do they need centuries of maintenance between uses, their top performance is much lower as well. There are no elder Exalts because the Exaltations they're using are too primitive to support that kind of power without exploding.
Right, fair enough- I just thought there might've been a bit more to it than a simple word limit, like a structure or something like that.
Minor note; this could be pared down. "Lunar essence is Favoured by this spell; all natural animals are treated as being within theme. Magical traits must still be within a Lunar theme."Lunar essence is Favoured by this spell; all animals are treated as being within theme. This only applies to natural animals - obviously magical traits of the form must still be within a Lunar theme.
It's not an anagram, it's a title.
It's not; it's an actual word.Okay this is driving me nuts. Danidal is obviously a anagram of Aladdin. But what is naib an anagram of?
Anathema, oh my!
Alright @EarthScorpion -
So this spell has two variants which can be learned independently, an instant version that requires her to recast it to change back, and an indefinite version that can be countermagic'd. Does this mean the indefinite version commits the motes? Further still the Sorcerer can still cast other spells while shapeshifted.
Secondly- you imply that the anchor is not 'occupied', so in the case of familiar-anchor, both the sorcerer and the familiar can both be present, though logically a second spell can't be cast through that anchor while the first is running? That could be made clearer, as a lot of the times it's not really apparent how 'occupied' an anchor is from spell to spell. Like I assume with Skin of Bronze that a channeled familiar is Absorbed as part of the casting. If you want to maybe add some granularity, consider keywords like 'Invoked Anchor' and 'Committed Anchor'.
Thirdly, I feel safe in assuming the five solar sobriquet-animals are valid for this spell, both in terms of 'what anchors qualify' and 'what you can turn into'. So Tiger, Bull, Spider, Wolf, Falcon.
Amusingly, that spell is probably the most useless for Lunas, even thought they get the most out of it. The only real use would be if you wanted to turn into something you didn't have the heartsblood for, and killing animals isn't that hard for any exalt.
Using Inks here as a test case, she has Familiar 3, so if she invokes Maji, she has Anchor x10 mutation points to play with, or 30. I don't have an archival knowledge of mutations handy, but suffice to say a budget of 30 is Awesome.
What's the scaling on Wyld things? Like, is Creature of Chaos the lowest rank, comparable to First Circle Demons or Lesser Dead? How does this jive with Naib Danidal seeming more like a 2nd Circle or Greater Dead?The Locust Host
Creature of the Wyld
Once-Creationborn
Buzzing, squirming, the locusts of the endless sands east of Gem are born of man as well as insect. One of the host is no longer than an adult man's forearm. Their forelimbs end in human hands, and the eyes in their chitinous faces are human. There is no humanity in their gaze, however; the locust host have lost the ways of men to centuries of endless hunger. In their thousands they swarm over any foodstuff they find, picking clean sandships and mindlessly gnawing on the bleached bones of their crew. They make no art; they forge no tools; they sing only half-remembered wordless songs passed down from ancestors more capable of thought.
In cool caves and the ruins of forgotten buildings hidden from the light of the sun, they sleep. The emptiness in their bellies churns endlessly, and if they cannot exist in a sleep near death, they fall upon each other in vast cannibalistic orgies that leave the floors littered with hollow husks. A few nests of the locust host dwell in wyld-tainted lands where plants grow from the sand and mana falls from heaven. There, they feast and feast and feast until the chaos-twist is exhausted. Such gluttonous broods deviate even more from the human form, becoming more monstrous - and often larger. A few flying terrors the size of yeddims fly across the south, their crawling siblings infecting their flesh.
Sailors upon the sand-seas know that the locust host are drawn inexorably to the scent of flowers. To fend them off, dried petals are kept in lead-lined boxes and scattered behind the ship as a decoy when they must sail near their territory. The locust-host do not fear fire, but the firedust that often encrusts their chitin when they slumber is no less volatile for it. A keen archer can set a swarm ablaze from a distance, but if they close fire may doom the ship as well as the locusts.
King Scorpion
Creature of the Wyld
Once Divine
The sand-sailors of the South, when they are deep in their cups, tell tall tales of the monstrous beast they call King Scorpion. Taller than a ship, King Scorpion buries himself under the scorching sands and waits until he can hear the hiss of a sandship's hull. If the ship comes close enough, he raises his tree-sized stinger and jabs out, crashing down. Those who avoid where he waits are greeted with the sight of a monstrous scorpion with a jewel-encrusted black hide chasing after them, eyes burning with red fire.
Once, long ago, King Scorpion was a god. Not a scorpion-god, no; a god of a mighty river, now dried and forgotten. But the wyld twisted his river so it no longer flowed with water and he was changed too. His thirst for the forgotten river will never be quenched and the fires which burn in him fill the hollow places in his body. He remembers ships, but sandships are not as they should be so he smashes them apart and feasts on the souls of their crew.
Over the years, three captains have gone mad and been subsumed into the legend of King Scorpion, swearing to be the one who slays him with unbreakable oaths. The first took out one of his eyes, before he was burned to ash. The second died in vain and his dessicated corpse is still strapped to the wheel of his ship, waiting in the desert for King Scorpion to appear once more. The third is an ancient man who has seen his two hundredth birthday but will not and cannot stop his endless hunt. Desert mice man his ship, for his crew are all dead of heat and old age, and his sails are made from vulture feathers. Wise men avoid that vessel, for when it is sighted it means King Scorpion is near.
Naib Danidal
Creature of the Wyld
Prince of Chaos
Sometimes in the South many trumpets are heard and a great shimmering horde of banners and other beautiful things are seen on the horizon. Then the cry goes out: make way, for Naib Danidal! Lord of far-off Ahra, prince of princes, generous and fair beyond compare! The naib comes to town, bedecked in wealth and where he goes he scatters fine gems and things of great value. He dresses in white feathers which sets a handsome contrast to his coffee-dark skin, and his pupil-less eyes are the deep blue of the Southern sky. Every night men and women dance to the wailing music of his courtesans, and during the day he meets with the mighty and powerful. Passions flow like wine and wine flows like water when he is about, for his very presence imparts moral laxity.
Still, the naib is looking for something, for he bemoans his loveless life. His bountiful heart seeks a companion - and in the city, he finds the most comely woman or most handsome youth. With all his fortune and all his cunning he pursues them, and should they fall to his blandishments, a marriage is set for seven days hence. The wedding is the finest ever seen, and all the lives of the guests seem grey and meaningless in comparison. And when it comes for the wedding feast; why, the naib and his attendants unhinge their jaws and consume the minds of the guests. His new spouse leaves with him, and is later seen among his many attendants, a virtue-eater just like him.
It is said by experts in the occult that the naib has the seeming of one of the lesser goblin-creatures that came pouring into Creation with the Balorian Crusade. Through cunning and treachery he came to devour one of the greater princes of chaos who had been injured by the terrible power of the Scarlet Empress; scarfing down the mighty lady of the wyld like the monkey-like creature that he was. Draped in devoured finery, he took full advantage of his newfound power to further the story of the stranger that was now his. His elaborate festival-parade darts in and out of the wyld-tainted lands of the South, never coming to the same place too often.
Naib Danidal exemplifies Exotic Beauty Style:
"Giant snake" comes up twice in short succession, along with PRINCE ALI FABULOUS HE-
I won't say it, but I'm thinking it.