I recall a seeing Exalted Lunar build posted online that thou heartstones and artifacts boosted Appearance so high they auto won social against basically everybody.
Green Flame Rising (Exalted vs Dresden Files)
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[X] Wear your armor openly, that is bound to make a statement
I think I like the idea of Molly wearing infernal glory on her sleeve for these sorts of things.
I guess Michael is the face in this setup.
I think I like the idea of Molly wearing infernal glory on her sleeve for these sorts of things.
I guess Michael is the face in this setup.
I still feel like social bludgeons like this lead to "1WP, I join Battle". Unless you start by depriving people of WP.
Can be good still, just...
I think 3e tried something to fix this? I don't remember clearly.
Good way to get kidnapped if you charm someone undesirable too, I guess.
Edit: Though maybe its just my experiences speaking here. In which case, sorry.
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Did not matter the build would against mortals with max social stats, and max willpower instantly drain all their willpower down to 0. You could rewrite any mortal motivation instantly, and flip entire armies lead by other exalted to your side.
How would it drain more than 1 WP? Did it have some special rule or magic?
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Why draw your sword when you can riposte with a fire dagger and one shot them ds3 style.
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I dont know Lunars very well, but I remember Alchemicals.
1)E5 Moebot Alchemical with 3x 4th App Augs, Thousand Courtesan Calculations and either a 5th App Aug or Husk Sculpting Apparatus. Possibly both. Can impose double digit levels of -MDV penalty to their target from just being mega pretty, and even with 2.5E , you are either burning 3WP per scene or having to perfect.
You either run away or fight. You're not winning an argument.
2)Necklace of Solar Charisma. Adds +3 dice to either your Cha or App pool.
Its in the Dragon Kings half of Forgotten Races
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[X] Just go in your Sunday best, that'll confuse them
@DragonParadox if we get all tens on craft could we end up making something like the letter sorting machine created by Bloody Stupid Johnson?
@DragonParadox if we get all tens on craft could we end up making something like the letter sorting machine created by Bloody Stupid Johnson?
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Love this quest idea and both settings involved in it love molly though would of preferred an original character. Hope it doesn't die or something still sad about the other quest. so thanks for writing it I look forward to the questers thoroughly abusing being in a modern setting with all the applicable cheats that can be done in them.
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It'd probably be like a 5 dot prodigy or something if it could be made.
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Well we are shit at academics so who knows maybe molly also disapproves of pi
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The Once and Future King
[X] Just go in your Sunday best, that'll confuse theme ago, and no real way out .... that's a prison, ain't it?
[X] Just go in your Sunday best, that'll confuse them.
Honestly Molly seems more likely to be considered scary by the real badasses if she's obviously not trying hard.
Plus, it'll be funny if a fight does break out.
Honestly Molly seems more likely to be considered scary by the real badasses if she's obviously not trying hard.
Plus, it'll be funny if a fight does break out.
Vote closed, looks like we are going Sunday best
Arc 1 Post 10: Faith and the Inner Devil
Faith and the Inner Devil
9th of July 2006 A.D.
Gain 4 Essence
Clink, clink, clink, one by one you set the piercings aside until the face in the mirror isn't quite the one you remember, because that is how you are supposed to go to Church. As if God cared about any of that, Mrs Evens sure, she will whisper about it behind her hand all week smile to your face and 'tut tut' to your mother. She had even suggested one of those 'Christian Summer Camps For Troubled Youths' once. It had admittedly been pretty fun to hear mom tear into her all polite and even toned, but there are still a lot more of her than there are of you out there and nevermind who is really sinning, you have to play along.
You look at the dress you had laid out on the bed for a long time. Objectively there is nothing wrong with it, a sky-blue summer dress with a modest neckline and slightly puffy shoulders. It didn't make you look too young like some of the other stuff that would fit, but you still remember buying it and the saleslady telling you how you 'looked like a fairy' in it with your hair down. What had been awkward at the time was so much worse now. It's not going to do anything about the chill around you, of the shadows seemed to want to bend towards you. Why even bother?
"It will be useful for after we have when our time in the house of worship is done," the demon in your head pipes in.
"How?" you bite back a laugh. It would not be a pretty one.
"Surprise for none who walk in darkness would expect that to be the garb of one of the Princes of the Earth," he answers.
Huh... that does sound kind of funny, you think as you put on a pair of small silver earrings to match the crucifix you already have on. But there is something else there, something almost familiar about that last title in a way none of his other accolades had felt, but when you try to pin it down it's gone, like smoke between your fingers.
The mystery of it carries you out the door and into Old Faithful, the family station wagon. After that the jostling jawas make quick work of any lingering introspection you might have wished to partake in. Thankfully the territorial disputes are mild today, hardly enough to warrant a warning look from mom and then you are in front of the church.
Lingering in the car you are sure that... Yep, as soon as you come out the door you can practically feel the crowd starting to recoil like they had done at school. So you plaster a smile on your face and start and start looking for familiar faces. "Hi Alice, I saw you got a new cat, he's the cutest..."
Mom looks relieved she wouldn't have to smooth things over, she even squeezes your hand in thanks or maybe encouragement like she used to do when you were little. You don't pull away as fast as you might have done otherwise.
The sermon is about charity, you are not sure why you had expected something about going into battle, sheer ego maybe that God or His Angels would set down a wind of inspiration through Father Thomas to give to you personally. There are a lot of other people here and they have their own struggles no less important in the eyes of God than yours. The sight of the sandy-haired ruddy-cheeked priest peering at the congregation over thick square glasses does remind you cannot go to Confession here. You would scare the daylights out of the poor man.
Making a mental note to ask dad when Father Forthil would be available you settle back to listen as best you can and not let your mind wonder to what's going to happen after the service.
'Later' is not long in coming though from your mom's tone she might have wished otherwise. "You are going?" she asks dad. "Both of you?"
"Yes," there are a lot of feelings packed into that word, love and regret, resolve and faith, maybe even some you cannot now name. "I'll keep her safe," he promises.
Mom almost squeezes the breath out of your chest to the surprise of your siblings and the renewed whispers of the rest of the congregation. You hug her back gingerly, not wanting to make her anymore cold than she already is. "I'll be OK Mom," you promise and you are not sure what your voice sounds like. There is probably some resentment in there despite your best efforts to keep it out, but there is also the memory of her breaking down the doors of Mab's palace with a hammer that broke in her hands.
I am never going to need rescuing like that again, you vow, you'll never make her have to put herself in danger for you. You don't say it aloud.
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When dad had told you that you are heading to Navy Pier of all places you had been surprised, it was nowhere near as out of the way as the neighborhood you had met McCoy in, there were all sorts of restaurants and venues and a place selling some of the best Cotton Candy in the city. Not precisely what comes to mind when you think of 'mob deal'.
"That is part of the point," dad explains. "The monks know what kind of man Marcone is and they do not entirely trust him so they arranged for the hand-off in a public place where he would be constrained by all the eyes on him."
"But you have been called to watch over the deal..." you trail off, not needing to add the last part. Someone is not going to be constrained.
Thankfully perhaps the... creatively named Pedro's Pisces with its star sign advertising above a listed menu of fish and seafood is a little way back from Lake Michigan itself and the thickest of the Sunday traffic. though that also makes the trio of monks in their red and orange robes stand out more which Usum points out is not good for avoiding ambushes. "Sometimes a crowd is cover..."
The eldest of the monks looks to your father and smiles, then he spots you and the smile slides right off his face. Before you can open your mouth to offer some kind of reassurance he bows low. "Namaste," he says in his own tongue.
"Polite," Usum hisses appreciatively. "It is good to be recognized."
"What on earth do you mean recognized?" you snap, uncertain if you should try to copy the greeting or just go with English.
"It means I greet the god within you," the demon helpfully provides
What do you do?
[] Try for a formal reply (Charisma+Etiquette; may use Excellency)
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[] Just go act normal (Charisma+Empathy; may use Excellency)
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[] Write in
OOC: Funnily enough even if I had rolled just one die for the first impression that would have still been two successes since the first result was a 10.
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See, Molly seemed kinda unhappy taking that look.
A Prince of the Earth should not be constrained by the whispers of mortals.
No matter, she will see in time.
A Prince of the Earth should not be constrained by the whispers of mortals.
No matter, she will see in time.
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[X] Try for a formal reply (Charisma+Etiquette; may use Excellency)
-[X] Good fortune on your path, may you find good council in your fellow men and enlightenment in the world
Looking a bit at our formal greeting to Mouse, only without the promises that we won't crush his bones, flay his skin and drink his breath of course.
-[X] Good fortune on your path, may you find good council in your fellow men and enlightenment in the world
Looking a bit at our formal greeting to Mouse, only without the promises that we won't crush his bones, flay his skin and drink his breath of course.
Usum probably approves.
Funny, Prince of the Earth is one of the titles given to Satan.
It's to simultaneously stress the spiritual dangers of the world and the apparent power of Satan whilst putting him solidly beneath Christ.
After all, even the Prince of the Earth doesn't really match up to the King of Kings.
I am greatly amused by this tugging on Molly's memory.
Although it's interesting Usum used the title of the Dragonblooded for Molly.
It's to simultaneously stress the spiritual dangers of the world and the apparent power of Satan whilst putting him solidly beneath Christ.
After all, even the Prince of the Earth doesn't really match up to the King of Kings.
I am greatly amused by this tugging on Molly's memory.
Although it's interesting Usum used the title of the Dragonblooded for Molly.
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Molly: Hey, maybe God is going to send an important message through the sermon today!
Father Thomas: CHARITY sure is important, better not lose sight of how much we all rely on CHARITY
Molly: Oh well, no message that could possibly apply to me, gee I sure do resent my mom though
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Princes of the World, or of Creation is also one of the titels of the Solar Exalted.
Since they were given governship over the world after the Primordial War.
Since they were given governship over the world after the Primordial War.