Green Flame Rising (Exalted vs Dresden Files)

DragonParadox · 2022-06-25T20:24:19+00:00

Green Flame Rising There was only darkness all about that guttered the light, there had been pain and there had been suffering and before the mind's eye a thousand terrors danced and cavorted, the monster under the bed, the emptiness in the stomach of a child left too long in a strange place, the pain in your ankle from when you had fallen from the tree when you were seven... The tree... the tree.... it pierced you and it cut you, flesh and bone mind and spirit Somewhere far away it was cold, somewhere far away someone was screaming it was you. You are Margaret Katherine Amanda Carpenter by the name your parents gave you, by your own will you are a magician, a twister of minds and breaker of lives. It had shown you the fears that went beyond fears and all you could do was scream and scream and scream at the horror of what you had done, of what you had become, You had long since stopped screaming for help and all that was left to you was to scream just to hear your own voice, to know that you were real. It loved to hear you scream, the Scarecrow, the monster, it was here crooning to you in its broken-rusted nails voice, it would be here forever it said. Then the ice screamed as well, black ice to red flame screaming and the hell of ice was filled with wrath at the sight of those passed into it, one was Harry Dresden, and he was filled with magic and with flame that burned clean, with the wrath of the righteous and the other was your mother as you had never seen her before, armored in steed with mail and helm... and yet as you had always known her, your mother come to drive away the nightmares. "Mom" you try to speak, but your voice had been broken, all you could do was scream in the silence "Hi," said the wizard, with reckless daring. "Who the hell are you?" "One who has served the Queen of Air and Darkness since before your kind can remember," the thing replied. "One who has destroyed hundreds like you." And so they bantered the wizard and the dark spirit of the cold, they threatened and they snapped and all the while your mother was sneaking closer while the burning eyes of the scarecrow and for the first time since it had dragged you here you felt hope. "Mom..." the word escapes your lips. You did not mean to say it, you did not mean to ruin everything again... again, but you did and the thing heard and it grabbed your mother by the throat with its impossible spindly strength and it threw her against the wall of ice. The sound of breaking bones echoes in the cold dark. Flame roars out of the rune-carved stick in Harry's hand, golden bright like the summer morning, but the Scarecrow is ready, it waves a shield of shadows and of the killing cold, of the jabbering voices of its kin and of the screams it had torn from you. The spear of fire glances aside onto a another tree, greater by far than the one to which you had been lashed. Black it was and shot though with veins of ghostly green Your eyes stay on it only for a moment because the Scarecrow had jumped on the wizard, too fast to dodge, too strong for the winds to cast aside. It was choking him, like it had choked you to bring you to this place, it would put him on a tree, and then your mother and all of you would scream forever and ever and ever. The sound of fighting echoes though the broken gate, someone else had come with them... maybe they would maybe they would get up here. "Please, someone, anyone help," you beg, you pray and you do not even care who is listening There is fire again from the broken tree, but this one is not gold, but poison green and it roars towards you at the speed of a scream. With bloodiedlips you smile. At least you won't be cold anymore. At least it will be over. "Over?" there is a voice in the flames that fill the world and it sounds sort of.... British, proper to the point of being prissy like the schoolmarm in those historical movies your mother loves and that you used to watch with her before you decided they were lame. "Why would life be over when you have been chosen to bear the Crown of Brass and Flame? You have been broken yes, you have failed and you have known pain yet rejoice for from that pain you may rise reborn to smite your enemies and reforge the cosmos, to claim the empty throne and reign in glory everlasting." As it spoke you could see more of of a shape in the flames. It was man-like but androgynous and hairless like a snake, its eyes were black as a starless night and its tongue twice forked and darting green. You knew too well what this was. How could you not being the daughter of a Knight of the Cross those sworn to cast out the Fallen . It was going to tempt you to take up its power for your own pride and folly, it was going to try to make you a monster.... more of a monster. But... but you knew the Denarians were strong, strong enough maybe to fight the Scarecrow, save Harry an your mother and then... and then you could give up the Coin, Sanya had done it and he had become a Knight so God must have forgiven him.... The demon tilted its head just a bit too far to the side be be human and it asked: "Do you always plan treachery so loudly? You should really learn a bit more subtlety once you take up the Crown..." Fear raced though you like a lightning bolt, but it was not done speaking. "I am not bound to some bit of jade to be spent and passed on, nor do I know aught of the Proud Morning Star you speak of, much less do I serve him. The power I offer you is deeper than the vaults of the Underworld and more sublime than the than the Vaults of the Heavens. Small is its seed slumbering under the ice in this Rhaska's palace, but great would be its blooming grafted to the tree of your soul." "My... my soul?" you say in what is far too much like a squeak for your liking and only now do you realize that the pain is gone, that in the glare of the green flame your voice was back. Maybe you could... What beat the Scarecrow with your bare hands, trick it with an illusion? you laugh at your own arrogance. "Ah my Princess you shouldn't belittle yourself like that," the demon answered her thoughts. "If you were not one who would have such a thought then your soul could not contain the power that I offer. It is not merely that you have suffered as the Unspeakables have suffered long ago, but that you are great. If you but take my hand that greatness can be realized, you may save who you will, destroy what you will." Whatever happens at least they will be safe, you think to yourself as you slowly raise your hand, yet in your mind temptation sings of... [] Dominion, of making the world bend to your will and yours alone as it was in that terrifying wonderful when you had first grasped magic Urge of the Conqueror: The Infernal may replenish her Essence whenever she forces an enemy or other powerful figure to submit themselves to her will. [] Triumph by any means, the thrill of rule-breaking of knowing deep down that it's not forbidden if you don't get caught Urge of the Corrupter: The Infernal may replenish her Essence whenever she destroys the illusions of the righteous, or tempts them into abandoning their code and taking the low road [] Sundering, you are going to break this wretched place and you are going to feed the Scarecrow the the fires of you wrath, only then will you be free Urge of the Destroyer: The Infernal may replenish her Essence whenever she defeats a supernatural opponent or overwhelming mortal opposition, lays waste to important assets be longing to her enemies, or uses mayhem and destruction to advance an Intimacy [] Revelation, of discovering secrets that others do not, of pulling back the skien of the world and making sense of what others think of as chaos or divine plan Urge of the Forbidden: The Infernal may replenish her Essence whenever she learns secretive or forbidden lore of the supernatural world, or binds an unwholesome being into her service [] Perfection, your plans had failed, they had hurt your friends and thrown you into this hell, but with this power perhaps now they would not fail and you could make them all happy, all safe. Urge of the Manipulator: The Infernal may replenish her Essence whenever a plan unfolds precisely according to her design and expectations. OOC: Ok so this quest... this quest is a combination of Exalted vs World of Darkness, a fan book for the aforementioned games and the Dresden Files, the series of urban fantasy books (and RPG) by Jim Butcher, in that I am replacing WoD with the Dresdedverse in the paradigm. I think it is a cool idea, but at the same time I have never ran or partaken in a White Wolf game and my time is not as free as it once was. Still the idea would not leave me be until I had at least posted the first update. If there is interest I will see about continuing it. For people unfamiliar with exalted Essence if your mana, but also this is a vote about your guiding temptation and how the eldritch power of Primordial hell will impact Molly.

Thread starter DragonParadox
Start date Jun 25, 2022
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dresden files exalted (white wolf) molly carpenter cyber-devil cellphone lazy minx approved

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Molly Carpenter... neophyte wizard, prisoner of the fey and technically a warlock, now champion of the forgotten Hells whose masters have faded from the universe long ago. If the Yozi could laugh from beyond oblivion they would. Also Harry Dresden did technically set the green fire....

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Acolyte said:
Just tell him to kill himself. Dude is never going to get it

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@Acolyte This is not acceptable by any means. Rule 2 - Don't Be Hateful extends to fictional characters as well, including telling them to kill themselves. You've been issued a 25 point infraction and threadbanned for 3 days. Be mindful of yourself and of others in the future.