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Glorious Shotgun Princess, Thread 3

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The blazing fires reach up around the pillar of perfect brass. The emerald sun shines down, both upon the circular pit of the forge and upon the other half of itself. Standing within the flames, standing within the heat and light of his forge, Ligier- Defining Soul of the King of Kings- holds up the small, egg shaped device he wrought from the mortal's fascinating armor.

A single touch and he finds the keystone of its structure, spreading his hands out letting the object- a device he already understands to be able to violate causality itself at least within its home universe- expand out into a spinning cloud of metal, of rings of pulsing blue power source. Instantly, does he understand it.

He understands its construction, for his engineering genius is supreme.

He understands its function, for none surpass Ligier in the arts of science and magic.

He understands its composition, for-

For.

For he recognizes it, through memories of both himself and that which he sits at the head of. For all the Yozi, all the Primordials, recognize it.

For all those who Shaped the Universe would. For none of them would forget

"The Voidcancer of Autochthon," he breathes. And for a brief moment, Ligier ponders- does everything that they travelers carry- everything which he has copied and distributed to his empire- also carry the sickness?
 
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

This is hilarious! I am dieing..from laughing.
 
So Ezo is Autochaton's void cancer? Fucking metal.

EDIT: It actually makes sense, now that I think about it. Auto's cancer is how je violates boundries- like how Primordial's are unkillable, it is the source of his greatest genius and what allowed him to create the Exalted. Heck it even violated space and time in the series already! Abyssals can hear his murmurs long before he perished.

Violating casuality lke Ezo does is probably a minor effect in comparison.
 
It was around when Tali was dragged into the clearing of the Mirror Forest that she realized that Pria was missing. This was a major concern for her, after all. Interactions with the Ancestor had proven to Tali that the god had the survival instinct of a Vorcha in an industrial blender.

"Hey, girls," she weakly says, dragged along by three giggling twelve year olds, "I think we're missing someone-"

One of them turns. She peaks up, standing on her tip toes, and stops. "What's that!" And she takes off. The blast from her taking off- and going supersonic- knocks Tali off her feet, makes stars dance in her eyes, and makes the world spin for several moments.

"Ow."

"Vitaris!" the blonde girl yells, "Get back here! We're almost at the Wishing Tree!"

The blonde girl pouts, grabs Tali by the ankle, and the two girls drag her on her back past several reflections of herself, towards a large glass oak at the center of the clearing. Rubbing her eyes, Tali sits up. She looks up, looking up at the glass and green structure standing before her.

"Ancestors what the fuck." Hopefully Pria heard that, she thinks. Because she probably needs help to realize just what she's looking at.

A great sphere of glass and crystal, filled with something. Thicker than liquid, lighter than air. Within it there is a woman with long blonde hair wrapped around her like a cloak, flowing out from her like wings or a halo. She is a woman of breathtaking, classical beauty. Like a statue given flesh, like a picture given depth and form.

She stands motionless. Eyes closed, ruby lips parted. Between two hands she holds a stone the size of an apple- green and pulsing with light and heat and life. Suspended inside the sphere, she looks like a grown child in a womb, waiting to be born. Or a chick within an egg.

The two girls squee and clap their hands together. Tali climbs to her feet, dusting off her tunic. "O...kay," she breathes, "What is this?"

The wishing tree, the voice says in the back of her head, Or it is what the children of the Silent Wind call it. Hello, Tali'Zorah vas Neema nar Rayya.

I recognize my uncle's hand on you.
 
And there is Malfeas Second Fetich soul in its womb. Makes you wonder if the Gods could ever really bind him.
 
So. Ruvelia Restored? Shit is about to get real if she is already lucid.
Fiach McCarthy said:
And there is Malfeas Second Fetich soul in its womb. Makes you wonder if the Gods could ever really bind him.
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The Incarnae alone? Never.

The Exalted Host? Well. Not permanently..it seems.

Doesn't matter anyway.

Exalted re-spawn faster then she does. It is like playing Whack-A-Mole..with the mole's elevation speed being comparable to that of a snail and only re-appearing every millenium or so.
 
Durabys said:
The Incarnae alone? Never.

The Exalted Host? Well. Not permanently it seems.

Doesn't matter anyway.

Exalted re-spawn faster then she does. It is like playing Whack-A-Mole..with the mole moving like a snail and only re-appearing every millenium or so.
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It's very hard to kill a Third Circle Demon, especially a Fetich soul, and its even harder in the Demon City, since damn near every Sub-soul, other Third-Circle Demon of that YOzi and the other yozi would all dogpile the attacker. And lets not forget that there is no Exalted host, only the Dragonblooded and the sccatered Celestial Exalted.
 
Durabys said:
So. Ruvelia Restored? Shit is about to get real if she is already lucid.
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No. There are no takebacks, and Ruvelia was killed. If one of a Primordial's souls is killed, it will regenerate, but it won't be the same demon.

This isn't Ruvelia. It's something new.
 
And in turn, of course, while Malfeas will no longer be Malfeas when this fetich is born, he will never be Theion again.

...I wonder if this fetich would be his abiity to accept and move on? Because that's something that none of the former Primordials have done, really. The closest would be Isidoros (who just doesn't seem to care) and Adorjan (who skipped the "acceptance" bit).
 
Fiach McCarthy said:
It's very hard to kill a Third Circle Demon, especially a Fetich soul, and its even harder in the Demon City, since damn near every Sub-soul, other Third-Circle Demon of that YOzi and the other yozi would all dogpile the attacker. And lets not forget that there is no Exalted host, only the Dragonblooded and the sccatered Celestial Exalted.
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Thanks.
Daedwartin said:
anyways, THIS IS NOT THE EXALTED GENERAL QUESTIONS THREAD.
your starting to drift dangerously close to off-topic.
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Well. This was quasi-on-topic because it concerned talking about Yozi sub-souls..which was part of the previous snippet. It is not like we just went off the rails and started debating "Celestial bureaucracy" while the topics are "Yozis", "Sub-souls" and "Fetich".
Aleph said:
No. There are no takebacks, and Ruvelia was killed. If one of a Primordial's souls is killed, it will regenerate, but it won't be the same demon.

This isn't Ruvelia. It's something new.
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Thanks for the correction.

So something new? Is "it" even named in the lore..or is there just a "the second fetich soul is still gestating in the crystal forrest" line?
 
Destrark said:
No name, don't think its even mentioned that its a fetich soul, just that Malfeas and Szoreny got busy and this NEW thing that's currently growing is the result. Gregg might have changed it from any canon interpretation given what he did to Lillun though.
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So it is as I remembered it from the books? Ok.
 
Talon88.1 said:
Also, if Ezo or the thing Ligir was messing with had the cancer, shouldn't he be going 'Burn it! Burn it to dust and then burn it some more!'?
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Well, given that it doesn't appear to be virulently infecting everything in sight at this point, it's probably worth at least analyzing it to figure out why it's different from the normal strain of robocancer.
 
The problem with Robocancer, is that it is literaly the manifestation of breaking borders. It's pretty much the origin of the exalted, so it will do whatever it pleases. And then fuck you. Because it's cancer.
 
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    • The trees shatter. The shadow shaped like a man drags along the ground, digging deep furrows. One arm catches and flips him upright, landing on dragging heels. Ink shadows and black tendrils pull him to a stop, and the demon only grins.

    Pria appears a half clearing away from him. Whether from her just moving that fast or other such magics, he doesn't know, doesn't care. He only grins, more and more tendrils of black shadow emerging from him.

    "When I was alive," she breathes, "I was a master of the Prismatic Arrangement of Creation. To learn it from the dead Sifu who came before me, the ghost who held my Exaltation before I, I had to master an entire discipline of martial arts." Blue eyes narrow. Every step she takes is followed by the clenching of her fists, by the air of cerulean mists gathering around her. "I could have learned the same things Goto stumbled through! I could have been satisfied with the College of Endings or the Shadows!"

    Mister Shadow sighs and the darkness around him shifts and he flickers through the darkness. Her hand shifts more than moves, and grabs the tendril before it can strike her. "I studied at the knee of Arima vas Aunidale, God Empress of the Aun Empire." She drives her fist into the chest of the creature and flame begins to erupt. "She taught me to hunt down the darkness and she taught me the fighting arts of the heroes of the dawn."

    Teeth grind and she pulls her fist back. She blurs more than moves and seven bursts of flame erupt from the demon. Stumbling back, he blinks and looks up, just as she flows around him like ink, like water, legs wrapping around his waist from behind and arms around his neck. She twists, she moves, and the creature's head is torn clean off.

    A faint cry and the shadows vanish, leaving her standing, floating above the ground. And breathing heavily. "Well. Where did that come from?"

    "I'm going to guess that was from a lot of pent up issues. And probably from Grandfather's influence. You know, from your arm."

    Pria turns. She opens her mouth to ask the normal questions of who, what, and why, when blue eyes go wide and she stares at the face of a woman long dead. Dark red hair falling in curls down her back, arms folded over her chest. Like Pria, she resembles a quarian- resembles more than looks like, with broad hips and long arms, three fingered hands loosely rubbing up and down her forearms.

    She almost floats over, moving with supernal grace, over still falling shards of mirror glass. "Arima?" Pria asks.

    The woman smiles. "No. You're just seeing her because she's someone very, very close to your heart." She smiles, goofy and light, so unlike Pria's once-mentor, once-leader, once-lover. "Thank you for beating up Mister Sunshine. Mother really hoped you would." Her arms wrap around Pria and pull the still-shaking god into a long hug. "Want to go meet her?"

    Pria blinks. The woman's chest is pressed up against hers. Rubbing, too. "Um. Who are you?"

    A faint giggle. Very much unlike Arima. "I'm Mara."
     
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    • *has no idea who Mara is*

    Let's see what google says...

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    Mara's a Demon of the Second Circle from the first edition storyteller's guide.

    It's been implied by author quotes that she was responsible for part of giving Brigid Sorcery.

    She appears in pools to those who are crying over someone they've lost.

    Then she sleeps with them and sucks out their soul.
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    fun.
     
    Worse.


    MARA, THE SHADOW-LOVER
    DEMON OF THE SECOND CIRCLE
    DEFINING SOUL OF THAT WHICH CALLS TO THE SHADOWS
    Mara, the Defining soul of Erembour, shows a mutable face to the world. Her apparent age varies from youthful to motherly, while her ethnicity matches the region to which she has been summoned. She is comely in all forms, however, with bright blue eyes and, hidden beneath her long skirts, the hooves of a deer. She favors forest colors in her garb and prefers to travel beneath a woodland's eaves. In Malfeas, she makes her home in a great tree amidst the forest Hrotsvitha, wherein her verdigrised garments gleam with threads of shining brass.
     
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    Teeth grind and she pulls her fist back. She blurs more than moves and seven bursts of flame erupt from the demon. Stumbling back, he blinks and looks up, just as she flows around him like ink, like water, legs wrapping around his waist from behind and arms around his neck. She twists, she moves, and the creature's head is torn clean off.

    A faint cry and the shadows vanish, leaving her standing, floating above the ground. And breathing heavily. "Well. Where did that come from?"

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    Where did what come from? :confused: I seem to be unable to find what strangeness she saw during the fight that it warranted noting. This is not a story-wise problem, just a grammatical/sentence structure problem for me. I cannot find it in those sentences.
     
    Tali'Zorah vas Neema nar Rayya is hungry. Really hungry. She wishes she had something to eat, like a smoothie. And then the world warps around her hand and she has a metal thermos in her hands. Bringing it up to her lips, she sips it. Blueberry.

    "Hey," she says, "That's a thing."

    The two girls squeal. Vitaris appears and the bow wave knocks Tali off her feet, and they turn to the wishing tree once more and the woman within it. Hullo, my cousins. What is your wish today?

    "I wish to see new and exciting things!" Vitaris yells, fist pumped into the air.

    "I wish to be more like Mother," the black haired girl, Pellegrina, says, her hands folded at her waist and rolling side to side on her heels.

    "I wish to be in a target rich environment and have the greatest bow of all time which may coincidentally have belonged to Daddy!" Kalmanka announces, hands folded together and the blonde girl smiling ear to ear.

    The sphere held in the woman's hands flashes. A small golden sphere drops into Vitaris' hands, projecting pictures of far off places on a floating golden screen hovering above it. A knife falls into Pellegrina's hands, long and jagged on one side. A golden bow lined with red drops into Kalmanka's hands, and the girl giggles, pulling back the string and forming an arrow of sunlight from absolutely nothing.

    Wishes granted.


    "Keelah what the fffffthing," Tali mutters, scratching the back of her head.
     
    ...

    That unborn Fetich has wish granting powers like a Genie.

    Fuck.
     
    Behold the epic, nigh inconceivable might of the Primordials! The power to bend the entirety of reality to their vast wills, for they are the masters of all! Tremble before them!

    Tali: Uh, could I have a smoothie?

    YOU SHALL HAVE A TRULY WONDROUS SMOOTHIE!
     
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