earthboy
(verified ape)
- Location
- NYC
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Goblin Queen [Worm/Exalted] [Crosspost]
- Thread starter Biigoh
- Start date
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
That's already happened with Taylor... complete with... laser pointer laser gun in a nazi gun shell... :3I said less evil, not that he's gonna stop being evil.
I just think he's going to act less "kidnap a little girl and have her addicted to drugs so she has to work for me. Also, weekly torture sessions for fun and profit" Evil and more "Very clever, Miss Wilbourne, but that won't be enough to save you now. Regent, please prepare to lower our dear guest into the magma." Evil.
Magma Kraken is hard to beat... yes
Highwind
To Rise From The Ashes
- Location
- Brazil
I really need to re-read this story.
azoicennead
Overly-Affectionate Zombie Squad
- Pronouns
- He/They
It's a Form charm, so it doesn't need to be Combo-able.
Flurries are strong when you do take the penalty. When you can safely make twice as many attacks per action at the cost of your DV and have a Speed of 3, meaning you act as many times as possible when attacking, you're jumping way up the threat scale.
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
Fuhuhuhuhu... this is post Lung Fighto!
Mind you, it's down to 3 as an absolute minimum... The secondary effect is equivalent to having a persistent +3 dice bonus that can only be used when making multiple attacks, not movement or defense.
azoicennead
Overly-Affectionate Zombie Squad
- Pronouns
- He/They
Just like every speed-reducer post-errata, and they're still incredibly powerful.
No, it's not like having +3 dice, because there are caps on dice bonuses. It's a penalty reducer, and it reduces a really major penalty.
I'llNameThisL8r
Bad at names
- Location
- Here
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It's not as bad as the form type for dark messiah style.
Edit: Now that I think about it, a limit like +3 dice for (MA) actions or +3 dice (MA/2, round up) actions would be pretty good for the balance of the charm.
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Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
A little something to amuse people~
Electric Sheep Harvest
Cost: -; Mins: Cup 2, Essence 2; Type: Permanent
Keywords: Native, Shaped-Only
Duration: Permanent
Prerequisite Charms: Banquet of Crumbs
It would surprise some that emotions can be transmitted on the ethereal realm of the internet, and yet despite this fact, few would ever consider that it becomes possible for a raksha to feed on said emotions transmitted via the internet. The taste is somewhat dull in comparison to properly feeding, but the upside is that it is easy to feed on human emotions on the internet, given the many ways they rage and find causes to champion.
The raksha must first be on a website where creation-born have invested some of their emotions such as a social-media forum, after which this charm's effect is involved and the raksha recovers essence from the emotional resonance that lingers from the site.
The player rolls a number of dice equal to the feeding grace and the raksha recovers one mote per success, up to a maximum of her essence. The raksha may only feed once per scene with this charm.
Electric Sheep Harvest
Cost: -; Mins: Cup 2, Essence 2; Type: Permanent
Keywords: Native, Shaped-Only
Duration: Permanent
Prerequisite Charms: Banquet of Crumbs
It would surprise some that emotions can be transmitted on the ethereal realm of the internet, and yet despite this fact, few would ever consider that it becomes possible for a raksha to feed on said emotions transmitted via the internet. The taste is somewhat dull in comparison to properly feeding, but the upside is that it is easy to feed on human emotions on the internet, given the many ways they rage and find causes to champion.
The raksha must first be on a website where creation-born have invested some of their emotions such as a social-media forum, after which this charm's effect is involved and the raksha recovers essence from the emotional resonance that lingers from the site.
The player rolls a number of dice equal to the feeding grace and the raksha recovers one mote per success, up to a maximum of her essence. The raksha may only feed once per scene with this charm.
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
It's possible. :3
- Location
- Canada
Is this being resurrected or just posting some fanart?
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
Tanuki has kept goblin queen close to heart... Will try to get an update finished up...
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
o/~ One more kiss, dear, one more sigh.
Only this dear, is goodbye.
For our love is such pain and such pleasure. o/~
As I came to... I found myself having to agree with the person who stated that there were no original stories.
o/~ I look at the world and I notice it's turning.
While my guitar gently weeps.
With every mistake we must surely be learning.
Still my guitar gently weeps. o/~
There were only retellings. Repetition.
Slowly, I tumbled... the world twisting before me. A concerto in silence.
Velvet darkness with glittering gems embedded within.
o/~ Like a song of love that clings to me.
How the thought of you does things to me. o/~
The pain that had burned within me on my awakening... that slowly subsided as I focused my will and clawed myself free of the agony that burned with golden flames.
Pain was a thing that I was sadly far too familiar with. Regeneration didn't mean painfree. On the contrary, being able to regenerate one's body simply meant one got to feel the edge of agony as one's nerves rebuild themselves from the basic building blocks of one's body.
Granted, this was something quite impossible to me at the moment... even if I might have wished otherwise.
My attention drifting away from brilliance of the clusters in the distance.
Those bubbles of ephemeral reality were too far away for me to be concerned. While they represented safety and opportunity, what had caught my attention were the things that swam in the darkness between nodes.
Streamlined for speed (the better to chase you down, my dear). Optimized for endurance (the better to tire you out, my sweetling). Everything that did not enable them to maul their prey stripped away (the better to catch you, my sweetmeat, and eat you all up).
Their narrative sang of hunger. Unyielding hunger. And they were hunting.
If my guest was a massive whale, they were sharks and killer whales. Smaller, swifter, and all the more deadlier.
I looked away as the pack I had seen in the distance brought low their prey after harrying it... changing its narrative over time to a fearful lumbering thing fit only for consumption.
o/~ I have no fear.
For fear is the little death that kills me over and over.
Without fear, I die but once. o/~
Still, the surprising amount of pain that I had experienced on awakening had me look down my body.
Really... I shouldn't have been surprised.
I was missing all of my right arm, golden flames burned at the stump there. My legs were frayed... more things in the shape of limbs than actual limbs. I could feel things swimming in there, devouring the resources needed to heal my legs.
Breeding like worms.
Squirming.
It was an interesting sensation, I discovered I could still hate. I hadn't hated Emma nor Sophia. But this thing. This thing. This unspeakable HATEFUL thing. I hated it. I hated them. I hated their Maker.
Someone had made this thing. This thing that infested my body.
Someone had filleted my essence. Seared me. Their HATEFUL g̒̍̆͡o̶͈̫̞̯̹̳̅̆ͤ̓ͭ̐l̝d̝͔̗̩͗̾̓ͪ̕e͔̗͎͍̼͙ͨ̄͌ͩ̀͛ͅn̳͍ͭ̇̽̋̈́ͨ͆ ̤̹̗̿͆s͕̹̤̉ͪ̂ͧ̀̕p͇͉͈̗̩͕̒ͯ̍̆͐̌ͩi̛̮̮̼͇̥͋̏͆ͯr̨̼̩̳̱̮̘͛i͆̎̇̆́͡t͚̦̬͇̘̼̃̕ cutting into my body, mind, and soul. I could feel the gaps in my memories, in my mind, in my soul.
I could not remember who had done this. But someone had made me flee my home. My reality. My world.
All I remembered was a dream... of a game. And yet, was that dream real? Or was it mere fragments of a delusion? I could not tell.
My guests, my companions, they slumbered restlessly within my soul. Beyond the reach of that which had harmed my body and mind. Hopefully beyond the reach of that which had pierced my soul.
We were the three in one. A classical trinity. And yet, they had been harmed in protecting me.
This was unacceptable.
And while my limbs might have been ruined, I still had my greatest weapons. My will and my mind.
And so, I reached out and clawed at the fabric of reality... pulling myself towards the nearest bubble of reality... charting a course that kept me away from the predators.
My primary virtue unfurled, the internal filtering gills used by [Banquet of Crumbs] and [Electric Sheep Harvest] folded away, and I drank deeply the raw potentia that surrounded me.
I would not die here.
I would return home.
And woe befall those who had done this to me.
Only this dear, is goodbye.
For our love is such pain and such pleasure. o/~
As I came to... I found myself having to agree with the person who stated that there were no original stories.
o/~ I look at the world and I notice it's turning.
While my guitar gently weeps.
With every mistake we must surely be learning.
Still my guitar gently weeps. o/~
There were only retellings. Repetition.
Slowly, I tumbled... the world twisting before me. A concerto in silence.
Velvet darkness with glittering gems embedded within.
o/~ Like a song of love that clings to me.
How the thought of you does things to me. o/~
The pain that had burned within me on my awakening... that slowly subsided as I focused my will and clawed myself free of the agony that burned with golden flames.
Pain was a thing that I was sadly far too familiar with. Regeneration didn't mean painfree. On the contrary, being able to regenerate one's body simply meant one got to feel the edge of agony as one's nerves rebuild themselves from the basic building blocks of one's body.
Granted, this was something quite impossible to me at the moment... even if I might have wished otherwise.
My attention drifting away from brilliance of the clusters in the distance.
Those bubbles of ephemeral reality were too far away for me to be concerned. While they represented safety and opportunity, what had caught my attention were the things that swam in the darkness between nodes.
Streamlined for speed (the better to chase you down, my dear). Optimized for endurance (the better to tire you out, my sweetling). Everything that did not enable them to maul their prey stripped away (the better to catch you, my sweetmeat, and eat you all up).
Their narrative sang of hunger. Unyielding hunger. And they were hunting.
If my guest was a massive whale, they were sharks and killer whales. Smaller, swifter, and all the more deadlier.
I looked away as the pack I had seen in the distance brought low their prey after harrying it... changing its narrative over time to a fearful lumbering thing fit only for consumption.
o/~ I have no fear.
For fear is the little death that kills me over and over.
Without fear, I die but once. o/~
Still, the surprising amount of pain that I had experienced on awakening had me look down my body.
Really... I shouldn't have been surprised.
I was missing all of my right arm, golden flames burned at the stump there. My legs were frayed... more things in the shape of limbs than actual limbs. I could feel things swimming in there, devouring the resources needed to heal my legs.
Breeding like worms.
Squirming.
It was an interesting sensation, I discovered I could still hate. I hadn't hated Emma nor Sophia. But this thing. This thing. This unspeakable HATEFUL thing. I hated it. I hated them. I hated their Maker.
Someone had made this thing. This thing that infested my body.
Someone had filleted my essence. Seared me. Their HATEFUL g̒̍̆͡o̶͈̫̞̯̹̳̅̆ͤ̓ͭ̐l̝d̝͔̗̩͗̾̓ͪ̕e͔̗͎͍̼͙ͨ̄͌ͩ̀͛ͅn̳͍ͭ̇̽̋̈́ͨ͆ ̤̹̗̿͆s͕̹̤̉ͪ̂ͧ̀̕p͇͉͈̗̩͕̒ͯ̍̆͐̌ͩi̛̮̮̼͇̥͋̏͆ͯr̨̼̩̳̱̮̘͛i͆̎̇̆́͡t͚̦̬͇̘̼̃̕ cutting into my body, mind, and soul. I could feel the gaps in my memories, in my mind, in my soul.
I could not remember who had done this. But someone had made me flee my home. My reality. My world.
All I remembered was a dream... of a game. And yet, was that dream real? Or was it mere fragments of a delusion? I could not tell.
My guests, my companions, they slumbered restlessly within my soul. Beyond the reach of that which had harmed my body and mind. Hopefully beyond the reach of that which had pierced my soul.
We were the three in one. A classical trinity. And yet, they had been harmed in protecting me.
This was unacceptable.
And while my limbs might have been ruined, I still had my greatest weapons. My will and my mind.
And so, I reached out and clawed at the fabric of reality... pulling myself towards the nearest bubble of reality... charting a course that kept me away from the predators.
My primary virtue unfurled, the internal filtering gills used by [Banquet of Crumbs] and [Electric Sheep Harvest] folded away, and I drank deeply the raw potentia that surrounded me.
I would not die here.
I would return home.
And woe befall those who had done this to me.
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Goblin Queen | You Must [Not] Continue.
Worm / Exalted
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Goblin Queen | You Must [Not] Continue.
Worm / Exalted
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! An update? Woohoo! Very interesting imagery. VERY interesting subject. Tanuki did good! Have a cookie!🍪
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
Anger.
Yes, it was true that anger drove me. Despite its purity, despite its burning heat... in the end, it had no sustaining power.
At least not for what I needed.
No, what I needed wasn't anger. Not the anger that burned hot, such as what father possessed. By all means, it blazed hot and furious like a fire in the night... but its fuel was devoured swiftly.
It was the cold rage, a passionless thing that was banked and simmered beneath the surface, waiting for a breath of air to give it life once more, that it could burned everything before it.
It endured.
As I had endured in the past.
I had forgotten how much I had suffered.
How I had held so much back in those days before my awakening, first in confusion, then in trying to be better... and then it simply became natural. And so, I burned coldly. I remembered my promise. I didn't know who it was to, but I would never forget it.
I would not die here.
I would return home.
And woe befall those who had done this to me.
Reaffirmation of goals always helped one's narrative.
With my motion controlled... I pulled myself forwards, each pull brought fresh potentia and essence into my body. Fuel I could use for my charms and even if I could not repair the damage done to my body without purging the invasive substances first, that didn't mean I was helpless.
I was, after all, Outside. In the deep end of the swimming pool, so to speak.
And this allowed me to do so much more. If I couldn't repair my body, then I simply had to build prosthetics for myself.
An intelligent mind used tools. And in the here and now, my tools were the very building blocks of reality. Potential unrealized, Infinity unrestrained.
I could build a power armor or perhaps a vehicle... but such things were too obvious and notable even out here. Worse, they were flimsy... I didn't have the time and resources needed to make them able to help me deal with the entities that dwelled here.
Which made what I needed to do so simple and obvious.
[Fantastic Grotesquerie Shell] provided me with the tools to shape the resources I needed. Namely my body.
Why be weak and soft, when I could possess a body more durable than stone. If one lacked limbs, get more limbs. If one was small... become large. If one was weak, acquire strength. Most importantly? Lasers were easy.
And yet, I needed to optimize and tune the resulting form that cocooned my mutilated body.
The result was a sleek angular sauroid form, armored, with muscled limbs meant to claw my way to victory if I needed to fight.
An eternity later...
I found myself swimming before the prismatic shimmering bubble. A wall that could not stop me... but what lay beyond was dreadful Banality.
What lady behind me... and approaching at worrying speeds were some of the native inhabitants of the darkness between worlds.
Really, the choice should be simple.
But fear of the unknown and alien... those were universal.
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Goblin Queen | You May [Not] Run.
Worm / Exalted
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Goblin Queen | You May [Not] Run.
Worm / Exalted
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Scroll of Errata page 137
New Raksha Charm: Fantastic Grotesquerie Shell
Cost: -; Mins: Sword 1, Essence 1; Type: Permanent
Keywords: Obvious
Duration: Permanent
Prerequisite Charms: None
The Fair Folk are puzzled by the fearful tenacity with which humans cling to the shape in which they are born. Creation offers such a wide variety of morphological oddities—wings and claws and stingers, fur and scales and leaves in hundreds of interesting colors, and more besides. Why not indulge?
The raksha gains six points worth of mutations each time he purchases this Charm. A pox is worth one point, an affliction worth two, a blight four and an abomination six.
At any time the raksha may summon one of the mutations he has learned with this Charm and adorn his body with it. This costs one gossamer for a pox, two for an affliction, three for a blight and four for an abomination.
The raksha may dismiss these mutations at any time for no cost. These mutations automatically dismiss themselves if the raksha at any point finds himself without an active Assumption.
Addendum : Graceful Wicked Masques page 148-149
Whatever its origin, gossamer represents the raw potential of the Wyld in a solidified form capable of existing in Creation.
In other words, it is a real substance that is nevertheless susceptible to shaping effects.
Raksha Charms cannot affect anything in Creation or any Creation-born without gossamer being spent as part of the Charms' cost. For the purposes of this limitation, freeholds, Bordermarches and uncapped demesnes count as being "outside Creation." Ignore the gossamer cost of Charms deployed in such places unless the Charm description specifically states otherwise.