Green Flame Rising (Exalted vs Dresden Files)

Punking (non-permanently most likely, we didn't use MiM) some minor outsiders and directly opposing Nemesis in a way no one else can are very different things.
1)We killed them with an Aggravated damage sword.
Most entities do not survive death by Agg; those capable of doing so are on a very short list, and there is no indication these were some of them.


2) Respectfully, Yog, a lot of your premises are just flatout wrong.
Mab successfully exorcised the Leanansidhe of Outsider possession after several years of effort, and explicitly said she could have exorcised Maeve if Maeve had agreed to let her.

Dresden was one of the over forty thousand Starborn who were born in this cycle alone with the ability to wield power over Outsiders. A lot of those have died over the last three or four decades, but it wasnt an especially rare capability across a global population. Other living Starborn we know are Listen and Drakul himself, who comes from a previous cycle.

Rashid the motherfucking Gatekeeper with his Outsider-detecting artifact eye has been walking the Earth for over a thousand years.

Sapphire Circle Exorcism is a very potent tool.
But its another tool in our toolset, not a warwinning mcguffin.


Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden doesn't have the ability to demantle people.
Neither does Margaret Katherine Amanda Carpenter, Infernal Exalt.
Sapphire Circle Exorcism does not demantle people. It will not turn Mab back into a mortal woman, or depower the Summer Knight, or turn a Red Court vampire back into a mortal.

It banishes and exorcises possessing entities and influences, it does not depower people with Mantles/Investments.
It works against Nemesis, and similar possessing Outsiders and similar entities, because they are possessing the victim/minion/item. It will do fuckall to a person who bargained for power and got it.

It's a very bad thing.
You are wrong.

You are either misunderstanding or distorting my position. I never said "ignore outsiders". I said "do not make yourself the primary target of Nemesis".
My friend, that has fuckall to do with us.
Nemesis makes its own determinations about its interests, and as a known powerful associate of a known Starborn, we are inevitably very high up on that list.

I mean, I keep making the point that Nemesis is already acting against us, and has been acting against us since before we became an Exalt. It doesnt have to show up onscreen to do so. I mean, its an explicit part of the background story of Molly's rescue from Arctis Tor that Nemesis-infected Maeve used that to distort time as part of a ploy to discredit Mab:
The Summer Lady looked up, her weary smile gorgeous. "I only provided a minor comfort and guide in order to repay my debt to the lady Charity," she murmured, a small smile on her lips. "I had no way to know that the wizard would steal that power for his own use." She drew in a deep breath and said, "Help me up. We must go."
Fix did so. "Go where?"
I said, "All of those Winter forces are now at the heart of their own realm. Which means that they aren't on the borders of Summer waiting to attack. Which means that Summer has forces that can be spared to assist the Council," I said quietly.
"But it only took them a few minutes to show up," Murphy pointed out. "Couldn't they just run back and be there a few minutes from now?"
"No, Murph," I said. "They planned for that. This whole raid was a setup from the get go." I jerked my head at Lily. "Wasn't it."
"That is one way to describe it," Lily said quietly. "I would not, myself, interpret it that way. I had no part in bringing the fetches here-but their presence and their capture of Lady Charity's daughter presented us with an opportunity to temporarily neutralize the presence of Mab's forces upon our borders."
"We," I murmured. "Maeve is working with you. That was why she showed up at McAnally's so quickly."
"Even so," Lily said, bowing her head at me in a nod of what looked like respect.
Fix blinked at Lily. "You're working with Maeve?"
"She couldn't have altered the flow of time at the heart of Winter," I said quietly. "Only one of the Winter Queens could do that."
Fix blinked at Lily as if I hadn't spoken. "Maeve's working with you?"
Lily nodded. "Like us, she fears Mab's recent madness." She turned back to me. "I provided you with power enough to threaten the wellspring, in the hope that you would draw some portion of Winter back into its own demesnes. Once that was done, Maeve altered the passage of time relative to the mortal realms."
I arched an eyebrow. "How long have we been gone?"
"It is nearly sunrise of the day after you departed," she replied. "Though the passage of time was only altered in the last few moments of your escape. Maeve will not be able to hold it for long, but it will give us time enough to act."

"What if I hadn't realized it in time?" I asked her. "What if I hadn't used your fire?"
She smiled at me, a little sad. "You would be dead, I suppose."
I glared at her. "And my friends with me."
"Even so," she said. "Please understand. The compulsion my Queen has laid upon me permitted me few options. I could not make explanation of what I had in mind. Nor could I simply stand by and do nothing while the Council was in such desperate need."
"But now you can tell me all about it?"
"Now we are discussing history," she said. She inclined her head to me. Then to Charity. "I am glad, Lady, to see your daughter returned to you."
Charity looked up at her long enough to give her a swift smile and a nod of thanks. Then she went back to holding her daughter.
"Lily," I said.
She arched a brow, waiting.
She'd manipulated me, turned me into a weapon to use against Mab. She hadn't exactly lied to me, but she had taken an awful gamble with my life. Worse, she'd done it with the lives of four of my friends. She had good intentions all the way down the line, I suppose. And she had faced limitations that my instincts told me I still did not fully appreciate or understand. But she hadn't dealt with me head-on, open and honest.
But then, she was a Faerie Queen in her own right. What in the world had ever given me the impression that she would play her cards faceup?
Part of the goal of that exercise has been Nemesis-infected Maeve working her way into Summer Lady Lily's trust in order to use her to further weaken Reality's defenses. Something that bore fruit in Cold Days, when she convinced her to help attack Demonreach to free the inmates for Reasons.

Thats involved whispering that Mab is mad, or irrational and untrustworthy. And because Maeve is Nemesis-infected, she can LIE.
You keep working under the impression that Nemesis is other people's problems.
It isnt.

Canon had Sarissa as backup candidate in the event of Maeve's death, and Molly as a secret backup
We dont have the backup candidates to replace Lily as Summer Lady if she gets killed or infected.
We cant afford it to go to some untrained rando either.

1) Assuming all outsiders know everything their Neverborn masters know is dangerous. As is assuming that all outsiders are a hivemind. So far we have been seen by several mook outsiders. Who we have killed (we don't know if it was a permakill).
2) They might know what an exaltation is, but not what charms we have or can get access to. A single exalt is very dangerous, but not necessarily a primary target among all others.
3) It's impossible to trust Mab for the simple reason that she cannot trust others (among other reasons). Just watching the wording is not enough, as almost any word can be twisted into almost any meaning.
1)Outsiders have no connection with the Neverborn we know of.
In the World of Darkness, Neverborn are at the bottom of the Underworld, and sleep in the Labyrinth. In this AU, Neverborn are connected with the origin of Black Court Vampires.

Nowhere has it been suggested that they have anything to do with Outsiders, or stuff outside the Outer Gates.
You can tell that because Mab and Titania and the White Council and Powers like Odin dont freak out about Black Court vampires the way they do about Outsiders.


2)Thats just not true.
Whether or not a person is paranoid has no bearing on their trustworthiness.
And Mab is paranoid for very good reason. Summer Lady Lily died due to insufficient paranoia.
 
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I listed the thought process (well, a thought process) that she could use.
Threat to her = threat to continued protection of reality = threat to reality.
It probably doesn't have to make more than superficial sense for it to work as a logical train for her to use.
Threat to her: self-explanatory, given current discussions.
Threat to the continued protection of reality: Her current 2IC is Nfected, and we OoC know that Maeve is too, though I don't know if Mab knows.
Threat to reality: What do you think would happen if (Nfected) Maeve became the new Queen of Winter? Nothing good, that's for sure.
Plenty of shit in Dresden files is a threat to mab who she doesn't kill. The thought process is fairly dumb.
 
not true, you can build formori to be really really deadly, look at the cyborg hit squads that Pentax uses.
Individual Formori are still usually far inferior to a decent vampire.
A full team of well-trained and armed soldiers turned into Formori is still relativly speaking cannonfodder compared to a pack of Werewolves or a coterie of vampires with some experience.

Sure, right out of chargen a combat-focussed Formor might be able to be a freshling vampire, but a few XP later the Vamp is definitly better, while the Formor has propably succumbed to cancer or organ-damage from his acid-glands or something like that.

The best kind of Fomori are Ferectoi, which can't be mass-produced since they have to be born by a relativly powerful Breeder-Bane.
The only other Formori that can match major splats that have more than few arcs behind them are unique one-off monstrosities that Pentex can't copy and can often barely control.

The faction that has effective cyborg-teams is the Technocracy, who cheat by being Mages, not by making Fomori.
 
Individual Formori are still usually far inferior to a decent vampire.
A full team of well-trained and armed soldiers turned into Formori is still relativly speaking cannonfodder compared to a pack of Werewolves or a coterie of vampires with some experience.

Sure, right out of chargen a combat-focussed Formor might be able to be a freshling vampire, but a few XP later the Vamp is definitly better, while the Formor has propably succumbed to cancer or organ-damage from his acid-glands or something like that.

The best kind of Fomori are Ferectoi, which can't be mass-produced since they have to be born by a relativly powerful Breeder-Bane.
The only other Formori that can match major splats that have more than few arcs behind them are unique one-off monstrosities that Pentex can't copy and can often barely control.

The faction that has effective cyborg-teams is the Technocracy, who cheat by being Mages, not by making Fomori.
I mean if we could get bobs and terminators it wouldn't even be a competition. A pair of the hevier borgs with their premium laced armour can probably kill most foes we have faced so far, i once ran a game that where a team of five cyborgs with one mage to support almost killed an entire circle of essence 3 exalted
 
Individual Formori are still usually far inferior to a decent vampire.
A full team of well-trained and armed soldiers turned into Formori is still relativly speaking cannonfodder compared to a pack of Werewolves or a coterie of vampires with some experience.

Sure, right out of chargen a combat-focussed Formor might be able to be a freshling vampire, but a few XP later the Vamp is definitly better, while the Formor has propably succumbed to cancer or organ-damage from his acid-glands or something like that.

The best kind of Fomori are Ferectoi, which can't be mass-produced since they have to be born by a relativly powerful Breeder-Bane.
The only other Formori that can match major splats that have more than few arcs behind them are unique one-off monstrosities that Pentex can't copy and can often barely control.

The faction that has effective cyborg-teams is the Technocracy, who cheat by being Mages, not by making Fomori.
I feel vampires here should be far more limited than in world of darkness in fairness. The majority that is.
 
We dont have the backup candidates to replace Lily as Summer Lady if she gets killed or infected.
We cant afford it to go to some untrained rando either.
Why not?
Unlike Winter you don't even have the excuse of them being needed against the Outsiders.

If the Fey have to stay focused inwards to train up a new Lady that means less chance to mess with us.
 
Why not?
Unlike Winter you don't even have the excuse of them being needed against the Outsiders.

If the Fey have to stay focused inwards to train up a new Lady that means less chance to mess with us.
I mean summer court isn't nearly as bad as winter they even do actively good things even if their still fae.

It's kinda hard to remember that as shit as dresdens situation with them has been a lot of them are prone to passion and Dresden did kill the queens daughter.
 
I feel vampires here should be far more limited than in world of darkness in fairness. The majority that is.
Even at their most basic WC-Vampires are pretty damn strong and fast, can heal quickly, have some mental abilities and are unaturally attractive.
Getting all that on a Formori would be great luck of the draw.

And again, Vampires improve their powers in time, Fomori don't.
 
Even at their most basic WC-Vampires are pretty damn strong and fast, can heal quickly, have some mental abilities and are unaturally attractive.
Getting all that on a Formori would be great luck of the draw.

And again, Vampires improve their powers in time, Fomori don't.
In fairness Dresden vampires aren't gonna see the mass improvement that a lot of world of darkness vampires would and they aren't gonna have nearly as wide an application of powers.

Well they shouldn't at least fairly sure dp is giving them world of darkness powers which sucks for us.
 
In fairness Dresden vampires aren't gonna see the mass improvement that a lot of world of darkness vampires would and they aren't gonna have nearly as wide an application of powers.

Well they shouldn't at least fairly sure dp is giving them world of darkness powers which sucks for us.
The basic powers are very similar between WoD Vampires and Whites. Strenght, speed and mostly emotion-based mental influence.

Anything more exotic can be explained by the Vampires being a practicioner as well.
 
The basic powers are very similar between WoD Vampires and Whites. Strenght, speed and mostly emotion-based mental influence.

Anything more exotic can be explained by the Vampires being a practicioner as well.
Well given certain types of vampires aren't practitioners and plenty of old vampires of the types that are well aren't practitioners. Given that doesn't mean much coming from a perspective of plenty have been born across the millennia.
 
Why not?
Unlike Winter you don't even have the excuse of them being needed against the Outsiders.

If the Fey have to stay focused inwards to train up a new Lady that means less chance to mess with us.
1)Summer are also at the Outer Gates, just in much fewer numbers; they arent the soldiers, they are the medics, the ones who recover survivors of clashes, and the one of the first lines of screening for infiltrators.
They work with Winter, and take orders from the Gatekeeper
Then a small crew of goblins exploded out of a pile of shale at precisely the right moment, when the Outsiders were pressed almost into the Winter lines, but before reinforcements arrived. The surprise attack drove the Outsiders forward, when I could see that the "weak" regiment had been playing the Outsiders for suckers, falling back, but doing so in good order. The Outsiders had overreached themselves, and were now surrounded on all four sides by the savage troops of Winter.
The would-be invaders didn't make it.
And that was only a tiny fraction of the battle. My senses and mind alike simply could not process everything I was seeing. But my heart was beating very swiftly, and frozen fear had touched my spine like Mab's fingers.
The Outsiders wanted in.
"When?" I asked. "When did this start?"
"Oh, Harry," Mother Summer said gently.
"What?" I asked. But I had noticed something. Those layers and mounds of shale? They weren't shale.
They were bones.
Millions and millions and millions of fucktons of bones.
"What the hell is going on here?" I breathed. "Where are we?"
"The edge of Faerie," she said. "Our outer borders. It would have taken you a decade to learn to travel out this far."
"Oh," I said. "And . . . and it's like this?"
"In essence," Mother Summer said. She stared sadly out over the plain. "Did you think Mab spent all her days sitting in her chair and dealing with her backstabbing courtiers? No, Sir Knight. Power has purpose."
"What happens if they get in?" I asked.
Mother Summer's lips thinned. "Everything stops. Everything."
"Holy crap," I muttered. "Does Summer have a place like this, too, then?"
Mother Summer shook her head. "That was never its task. Your Council's estimate was fairly close, counting only those troops protecting the hearts of Winter and Summer. Mab has more than that. She needs them—for this."
I felt like I'd been hit repeatedly in the head with a rubber hammer. "So . . . Mab's troops outnumber yours by a jillion."
"Indeed."
"So she could run you over at any time."
"She could," Mother Summer said, "if she were willing to forfeit reality."
I scanned the length of the wall nervously. It looked like it went on forever—and there was fighting all along its length.
"You're telling me that this is why Mab has her power? To . . . to protect the borders?"
"To protect all of you from the Outsiders, mortal."
"Then why does Titania have hers?" I asked.
"To protect all of you from Mab."
I swallowed.
"Titania cannot match Mab's forces, but she can drag Mab personally into oblivion with her—and Mab knows it. Titania is the check to her power, the balance."
"If Mab dies . . ." I began.
She swept a hand along the length of the wall. "A spoiled, sadistic, murderous, and inexperienced child will have control of all of that."
Hell's bells. I rubbed at my eyes, and as I did, I connected some dots and realized something else.
"This is a siege," I said. "Those guys out there are attacking the walls. But there are others trying to dig their way in so that they can open the gates for their buddies. That's what the adversary is. Right? A sapper, an infiltrator."
Mother Summer said, "There, you see? You possess the potential to be quite intelligent. Do stay beside me, dear." And she started walking firmly toward the massive gates.
It didn't take us long to get there, but as we came up to the base of the wall and walked along it, we started drawing the eyes of the wall's defenders. I felt myself growing tenser as a marching column of armored Sidhe soldiers came stepping lightly along the ground behind us, catching up quickly.
Mother Summer guided me slightly aside so that we weren't in the column's way, and they started going by us. I didn't think much of it until someone at the front of the column called out in a clear voice, and as one the Sidhe came to a halt with a solid, simultaneous stomp of a couple of hundred boots. The voice barked another command, and the Sidhe all turned to face us.
"Uh-oh," I said.
Mother Summer touched my hand with hers, and reassurance bathed me like June sunshine. "Shhh."
The voice barked another command, and as one the Sidhe lowered themselves to one knee and bowed their heads.
"Good morrow, cousins," Mother Summer said, her voice solemn. She took her hand off my arm and passed it in a broad, sweeping arch over the kneeling soldiers. Subtle, subtle power thrummed delicately in the air. "Go forth with my blessing."
One of the soldiers in the lead of the column rose and bowed to her, somehow conveying gratitude. Then he snapped out another loud command, and the column rose, turned, and continued its quickstep march.
"Huh," I said.
"Yes?" asked Mother Summer.
"I was sort of expecting . . . something else."
"Winter and Summer are two opposing forces of our world," she said. "But we are of our world. Here, that is all that matters. And showing respect to one's elders is never unwise."
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
Mother Summer gave me a small, shrewd smile.
We continued our walk in their wake, and soon reached the gates. There I saw a smaller set of gates—sally ports—built into the main gates. They were the size of the garage doors on a fire station. As I watched, someone shouted a command and a pair of heavily armored ogres each grabbed one of the sally ports and drew it open. The column that had passed us stood waiting to march out, but they did not immediately proceed. Instead, a column of carts and litters entered, bearing the groaning wounded of the fighting outside, being watched over by several dozen Sidhe dressed in pure white armor, marked with bold green and scarlet trim—Sidhe knights of Summer. Medics. Despite the massive numbers of troops I'd seen moving around, there were fewer than a hundred casualties brought back to the gates. Evidently the Outsiders were not in the business of leaving enemies alive behind them.
A lean figure came down a stairway built within the walls framing the gates, at first a shadowy blur through the layers and layers of crystal. He was a couple of inches taller than me, which put him at the next-best thing to seven feet, but he moved with a brisk, bustling sense of energy and purpose. He wore a dark robe that looked black at first, but as he emerged into the light, highlights showed it to be a deep purple. He carried a long pale wizard's staff in one weathered hand, and his hood covered up most of his face, except for part of an aquiline nose and a long chin covered in a grizzled beard.
He spoke to the Summer and Winter Sidhe alike in a language I didn't understand but they evidently did, giving instructions to Summer's medics. They took his orders with a kind of rigid, formal deference. He leaned over to scan each of the fallen closely, nodding at the medics after each, and they would immediately carry the wounded Sidhe in question back behind the wall, into what looked like a neat triage area.
They are very much involved in the defense of Reality, and subverting them also gives Outsiders a route into Reality.
Thats in addition to their roles as reality's internal failsafe against Winter going bad or being subverted or whatever.

2)Because if Summer is unstable, Winter is unstable.
And if Winter is unstable we all die. Instability in the Courts is often reflected in global weather systems, and a loose cannon with the power of a Fae Queen can do a fuckton of damage.

See the events of Summer Knight and Cold Days for why instability in either Court is very bad.

An undereducated or underprepared Queen is vulnerable.
Vulnerable to being deceived, duped or mishandling her duties. Thats how poor Lily got killed, when she got talked into attacking Demonreach by Nemesis!Maeve without full comprehension of the consequences.

Remember, Demonreach's selfdestruct would destroy North America.
 
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It banishes and exorcises possessing entities and influences, it does not depower people with Mantles/Investments.
It works against Nemesis, and similar possessing Outsiders and similar entities, because they are possessing the victim/minion/item. It will do fuckall to a person who bargained for power and got it
This is wrong. SCE perfectly separates any and all unnatural joining of a mundane matter and spirit. Consent, mutual symbiosis, legality and benevolence do not factor into the process. This describes mantle holders to a f*cking t. And yes, if we can hold her long enough, I fully expect it to make Mab a mortal woman.
2)Thats just not true.
Whether or not a person is paranoid has no bearing on their trustworthiness.
And Mab is paranoid for very good reason. Summer Lady Lily died due to insufficient paranoia.
Yes, it does. Trust by definition can only be mutual to work.
 
Also I mean why would we want to deal with summer court at all? Like again they do actually benevolent things even if they work in word games.
 
This is wrong. SCE perfectly separates any and all unnatural joining of a mundane matter and spirit. Consent, mutual symbiosis, legality and benevolence do not factor into the process. This describes mantle holders to a f*cking t. And yes, if we can hold her long enough, I fully expect it to make Mab a mortal woman.
No. Hard no.
This is just egregiously inaccurate. The spell's particulars were quoted in detail at the end of the last update.
The sorcerer adorns a chamber with ritual implements reflecting the five elements, the sun, the moon, the stars, and the grave, then slowly focuses her Essence into a purifying mandala of absolute reality which splits apart any unnatural joining of matter and spirit.

System: The character enacts an hour-long ritual, then spends 5 Essence and makes an Intelligence + Occult roll against difficulty 8. Success ends any form of possession afflicting the ritual's subject, ejecting the possessing spirit or shade. Because of the ritual's length, its subject must usually be restrained in some way if they don't consent to the exorcism. This spell terminates possession by spirits and ghosts, mind and spirit-riding with powers such as high-level Animalism or Dominate, the Dragon-Blooded Charm Sense-Riding Method, and so on. It immediately evicts demons from their hosts (whether that be mortal flesh or a graven idol), and can even separate the Bane from a fomor – although fomori suffer 10 dice of lethal damage as the Bane rips its way free of their flesh, rolled at a rate of one die per minute over the course of 10 agonizing minutes.
The writeup of the spell leave no room for uncertainty here.
You arent depowering a Faerie Knight, Faerie Queen, or Santa Claus, or a god, with SCE.
Thats not its design intent, thats not its mechanical implementation, or even its fluff.

Yes, it does. Trust by definition can only be mutual to work
This is not true either.
If it was, Mab would have zero soft power, instead of being the superpower of our level of reality,

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Alternatively, you have to consider that every signatory of the Unseelie Accords ie most of the supernatural world from Titania to the Red Court, considers Mab to be a trustworthy guarantor of the Rules.
And thats one hell of a vote of confidence.
 
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No. Hard no.
This is just egregiously inaccurate. The spell's particulars were quoted in detail at the end of the last update.
The writeup of the spell leave no room for uncertainty here.
You arent depowering a Faerie Knight, Faerie Queen, or Santa Claus, or a god, with SCE.
Thats not its design intent, thats not its mechanical implementation, or even its fluff.
You are completely misrepresenting or misunderstanding what the spell does. It, to quote "splits apart any unnatural joining of matter and spirit.".
Mantles are atype of a spirit that can inhabit a mortal. Of course SCE will banish a mantle. Same as it would banish Bob from his skull. There's zero ambiguity here. I am genuinely struggling to think where you get "it won't work on mantles" from. Of course it will. Why wouldn't it? A joining of a bane and a human to form a fomori is a far closer one than that between a mantle and its bearer. And SCE works on fomori and can separate the mortal from the bane. Mantles are akin to that.

This is not true either.
If it was, Mab would have zero soft power, instead of being the superpower of our level of reality,
How are you defining spft power? Because from where I am standing, Mab has zero soft power, and is only dealt with and tolerated by others out of necessity or fear.
 
You are completely misrepresenting or misunderstanding what the spell does. It, to quote "splits apart any unnatural joining of matter and spirit.".
Mantles are atype of a spirit that can inhabit a mortal. Of course SCE will banish a mantle. Same as it would banish Bob from his skull. There's zero ambiguity here. I am genuinely struggling to think where you get "it won't work on mantles" from. Of course it will. Why wouldn't it? A joining of a bane and a human to form a fomori is a far closer one than that between a mantle and its bearer. And SCE works on fomori and can separate the mortal from the bane. Mantles are akin to that.


How are you defining spft power? Because from where I am standing, Mab has zero soft power, and is only dealt with and tolerated by others out of necessity or fear.
I'm not sure every being with a mantle was always mortal mind you. Certainly for the fae even if its made clear by jim butcher the discrepancies in that statement of all fae having a mortal origin is something that he said hes not revealing in a word of jim in a cheeky way.

honestly no idea how this ability will work without qm statement though.
 
Arc 6 Post 41: Tower and Trove
Tower and Trove

5nd of October 2006 A.D.

Growing up you were a weird kid sometimes, asking how tall a building would have to be before it upset God again why no one ever put helicopter props on a car since flying cars were so cool why no one liked crows and ravens as much as dogs and cats seeing as they were as clever and one one notable occasion all of five years old five year old Molly had asked mom what it was like to be struck by lighting. Supposedly she had paid extra close attention to you around power sockets for a few months after that, just in case...

It probably feels a little like this.

Spires like spears brass shone under the dead green sky, light without shadow, sight without need, domes of black stone wet as though birthed from the heaving earth shone like shields before a breath of acid and smog, not to house the teaming figures, humanoid and not, scaled, furred, feathered skinless, segmented and quadrupedal, but to keep, to bind to hold. Its canals run with dust finer than matter can be ground, its torches burn with the prayers of the damned. Temples groan and sway not from the weight of impossible construction but from the torrents and delights experienced within such that no mortal mind could parse one from the other.

Shells of stone vast as continents crash against each other like rafts upon an ocean, but when they crash against each other the in numeral layers are only sometimes crushed together among screams of jubilation, at other times new streets, new forges and tenements, pleasure gardens and dungeons bubbled up from the line of impact as though space itself was blood lowing from a new wound.

An old wound being picked at.

Hollow spheres of brass and bone, flayed skin stretched between the gears, the ornery of cosmic doom drawing ever nearer. Had you ears you would be deaf. A great boom tolls, thunder without end picking up dust and smog, ash and acid rain, demon-kin like dust mites in the storm. The hour is late you know without knowing, the time almost at hand.

Here it is not night falling that heralds the end of all things, but day enduring without end, for if He is not here where is he?

You have no heart but still it races.

From the pitiless sun a shaft of green falls, less a ray of light and more a laser beam to bind heaven and earth, though no mortal artifice could ever focus light so perfectly you know, no more than it could grind dust mites smaller than atoms nor craft an concert hall whose acoustics turn screams into symphony. Upon their wings you fly.

Upon His pained breath

So do you reach the ziggurat where the green sun-fire falls amid the countless shadows fleeing along you stroll towards it, accustomed to the reek of rot and smog, deaf the pleas and blind to the fear in inhuman faces. A hand caresses the carving, black gloved with spikes of brass upon... like... the City.

It is pulling at your feet like quicksand, dragging you down into the nameless dark, but there is till a few bells more left to toll. Slowly you read the glyphs upon the wall that no hand had laid down and patterns to memory consign, the black wisdom of the world's bones, a knowing that does not beget power, but is it as sure as flame and light are one.

Inheritance

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Chicago appears around you as abruptly as it had vanished, the ground smashing into your feet, the reassuring blare of horns and traffic in your ears, not music just noise. The sun is yellow, the grass is green, as green as it gets in October at least and someone with a taste for Beyoncé is blaring Naughty Girl out of the window of a passing car. You have never been more glad for silly pop music before in your life.

"Usum what the hell was that?" you ask the demon.

"It was as you named it," he answers slowly, as one just woken from a dream and clinging to it. "More than what you have seen I do not know."

"Argh!"
you manage, frustration and fear inarticulate even in your own head. Shakily you search around your purse for something to write with, setting phone, keys and makeup jangling until at last you pull out a florescent marker, bright green because of course it would be, to write down a single glyph of those you can remember not on the wall of the church but on a nearby street sign.

It does not burst into flames, turn into a giant snake or melt into a puddle of acid. You knew that, but at the same times you did not know it, a feeling so utterly bizarre it makes even Usum's whispered counsel have a touch of hominess to it by contrast.

Alone it does nothing, means nothing, but strung together it describes the states of mater and the houses of spirit. Fire burns and water drowns, air rages, earth rumbles, moon changes, stars watch. Such is the order of the universe by whose proclamation those who trasngress can be cast out, you are as sure of it as you are of your own name

Gained Sapphire Ritual of Exorcism (Celestial Circle Sorcery)

How do you explain your new revelation to Father Forthil and your father?

[] I know a spell of exorcism, but I am going to need some time to brew the potions necessary for healing
Mention just what is practically relevant to the matter at hand

[] I had a really weird vision.. weirder than normal even
Speak of the living impossible city under a Green Sun

[] Write in

OOC: I've been waiting for you guys to take your first Ancient Sorcery spell for a long time. No rolls in this one.
 
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Whew, that was trippy.

[X] I know a spell of exorcism, but I am going to need some time to brew the potions necessary for healing
 
I'm not sure every being with a mantle was always mortal mind you. Certainly for the fae even if its made clear by jim butcher the discrepancies in that statement of all fae having a mortal origin is something that he said hes not revealing in a word of jim in a cheeky way.

honestly no idea how this ability will work without qm statement though.
Personally, whampires seem to be more of an edge case (and I think there was a statement that whampire hunger could be removed with sce). They are a genuine species with a spiritual trait that manifests as Hunger. It breeds true and is born with them. Whampire awakening is not a summoning ritual. It's awakening of their own dormant Hunger. And yet, if I recall correctly, SCE can tear it out of them.
 
Personally, whampires seem to be more of an edge case (and I think there was a statement that whampire hunger could be removed with sce). They are a genuine species with a spiritual trait that manifests as Hunger. It breeds true and is born with them. Whampire awakening is not a summoning ritual. It's awakening of their own dormant Hunger. And yet, if I recall correctly, SCE can tear it out of them.
well yeah those aren't mantles though it has plenty of uses. I'm just mentioning not all beings with mantles are likely to ever have been mortals. Note a lot of them that we don't know about probably were though.
 
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