Green Flame Rising (Exalted vs Dresden Files)

Sort of an aside, but it sounds like this Rakasha has been and will continue to be a recurring problem, since there apparently hasn't been anyone available with the power to properly handle it.

We should make a note to come back and kill the thing properly when we've got a few more essence dots instead of letting it set up to try again in 50 years.
 
Sort of an aside, but it sounds like this Rakasha has been and will continue to be a recurring problem, since there apparently hasn't been anyone available with the power to properly handle it.

We should make a note to come back and kill the thing properly when we've got a few more essence dots instead of letting it set up to try again in 50 years.

Michael could have stabbed it to death, that is kind of what the Swords do, but apart from that it is hard to kill something that alters the very laws of reality simply by impinging on them.
 
[x] Try to get the vampires to back up, you do not want them getting their claws on whatever down there
-[X] Use Excellency (Intimidate) + Demonic Primacy of Essence: -1 Essence
-[X]STUNT: Shoreside activity drew first one set of vampire eyes, and then another,and another. Quiet preparations for a dive faltered and come to a halt as their incredulous eyes watched two figures push a small bright yellow submersible into the surf, and board it. Incredulity turned to wariness, with an undercurrent of the alarm of startled predators, as with a whisper of a starting engine, the vehicle starts up, and turns towards the buoy; half a dozen Reds even beginning to shed their skin suits at its approach. And then wariness became terror as green light and a heavy, oppressive pall fell on the group. Hastily upturned faces see the figure of a demon - a woman - descend from the sky in cargo pants, Timberlands and black chainmail, her form limned in green fire and far too many eyes. In her hand was a blade the color of old brass, its blade lined with green flames and half-legible script that whispered of final endings and the death of gods. Her descent ended perhaps six feet from the top of the buoy and she looked down on the seethe of vampires frozen underneath her sight with cold, cold eyes. "You were told to stay out of my way." The voice was calm, almost conversational, but in it lurked the promise of hellfire.
"Who's captain here?"

I do like Uju32's stunt though. I think that it could just as easily be used here.
That said, I would much prefer to just tell them to fuck right off.
 
Last edited:
OK, it's starting to get late and I do want to have an update up today so vote closed.
Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Nov 22, 2022 at 10:40 AM, finished with 100 posts and 17 votes.

  • [X] Attempt commandeer the aid of the Red Court in this matter
    -[X] Use Excellency (Intimidate) + Demonic Primacy of Essence: -1 Essence
    -[X] Demand they obey
    -[X] Enforce strict rules of engagement to avoid collateral and maximize chances of intelligence return
    -[X]STUNT: Shoreside activity drew first one set of vampire eyes, and then another,and another. Quiet preparations for a dive faltered and come to a halt as their incredulous eyes watched two figures push a small bright yellow submersible into the surf, and board it. Incredulity turned to wariness, with an undercurrent of the alarm of startled predators, as with a whisper of a starting engine, the vehicle starts up, and turns towards the buoy; half a dozen Reds even beginning to shed their skin suits at its approach. And then wariness became terror as green light and a heavy, oppressive pall fell on the group. Hastily upturned faces see the figure of a demon - a woman - descend from the sky in cargo pants, Timberlands and black chainmail, her form limned in green fire and far too many eyes. In her hand was a blade the color of old brass, its blade lined with green flames and half-legible script that whispered of final endings and the death of gods. Her descent ended perhaps six feet from the top of the buoy and she looked down on the seethe of vampires frozen underneath her sight with cold, cold eyes. "You were told to stay out of my way." The voice os calm, almost conversational, but in it lurked the promise of hellfire. "Who's captain here?"
    [X] Let the vampires go first, you will clean up the winner afterwards
    -[X] Take over the Vampire-ship while they are busy to avoid any getting away.
    [X] Attempt commandeer the aid of the Red Court in this matter
    -[X] Use excellency (Intimidate)
    -[X] Stunt: Like a technorganic beast from the unfathomable lightless depths of hellish oceans your vessel silently swims near the surface of the water, hidden in the evening's shadows and the mist formed by your ever present aura of cold. The only sound reaching your ears is a hum on your father's lips. As you approach the Red Court boats, you surface, and exit the hatch, appearing for all to see to glide on the surface of the water, surrounded by wisps of mist. You greet them with all the regal power you can bring forth, informing them that today they are to be your allies, so in saving you a few precious seconds they might earn, perhaps, your favor.
    [X] Let the vampires go first, you will clean up the winner afterwards
    -[X] Use Excellency (Intimidate) + Demonic Primacy of Essence: -1 Essence
    -[X] Demand they obey
    -[X] Enforce strict rules of engagement to avoid collateral and maximize chances of intelligence return
    -[X]STUNT: Shoreside activity drew first one set of vampire eyes, and then another,and another. Quiet preparations for a dive faltered and come to a halt as their incredulous eyes watched two figures push a small bright yellow submersible into the surf, and board it. Incredulity turned to wariness, with an undercurrent of the alarm of startled predators, as with a whisper of a starting engine, the vehicle starts up, and turns towards the buoy; half a dozen Reds even beginning to shed their skin suits at its approach. And then wariness became terror as green light and a heavy, oppressive pall fell on the group. Hastily upturned faces see the figure of a demon - a woman - descend from the sky in cargo pants, Timberlands and black chainmail, her form limned in green fire and far too many eyes. In her hand was a blade the color of old brass, its blade lined with green flames and half-legible script that whispered of final endings and the death of gods. Her descent ended perhaps six feet from the top of the buoy and she looked down on the seethe of vampires frozen underneath her sight with cold, cold eyes. "You were told to stay out of my way." The voice os calm, almost conversational, but in it lurked the promise of hellfire. "Who's captain here?"
    [X] Let the vampires go first, you will clean up the winner afterwards
    -[X] Target whichever vampires look to be able to do magic first.
    [x] Try to get the vampires to back up, you do not want them getting their claws on whatever down there
    -[X] Use Excellency (Intimidate) + Demonic Primacy of Essence: -1 Essence
    -[X]STUNT: Shoreside activity drew first one set of vampire eyes, and then another,and another. Quiet preparations for a dive faltered and come to a halt as their incredulous eyes watched two figures push a small bright yellow submersible into the surf, and board it. Incredulity turned to wariness, with an undercurrent of the alarm of startled predators, as with a whisper of a starting engine, the vehicle starts up, and turns towards the buoy; half a dozen Reds even beginning to shed their skin suits at its approach. And then wariness became terror as green light and a heavy, oppressive pall fell on the group. Hastily upturned faces see the figure of a demon - a woman - descend from the sky in cargo pants, Timberlands and black chainmail, her form limned in green fire and far too many eyes. In her hand was a blade the color of old brass, its blade lined with green flames and half-legible script that whispered of final endings and the death of gods. Her descent ended perhaps six feet from the top of the buoy and she looked down on the seethe of vampires frozen underneath her sight with cold, cold eyes. "You were told to stay out of my way." The voice was calm, almost conversational, but in it lurked the promise of hellfire. "Who's captain here?"
 
Mmm. You have some points. But we still seem to disagree on the particulars of the risk/cost/benefit analysis. The idea that all our foes are automatically better at fleeing then we are at pursuing feels flawed. At best if something goes very wrong some may escape, but we can just choose to chase whichever is carrying the gossamer. If it is even something they can carry easily while they run, depending on how large the container is.

Even if we roll flawlessly well on the intimidate I would still not trust the vampires further then we can throw them. So just because we can throw them pretty far doesn't mean they are trustworthy. It's intimidation not mind control. They won't be loyal. And if anything goes wrong they very well could break or turn on us. Murphy has a say, as you say. And having a bunch of vampires at our back is a big multiplier on just how bad it could get.

(As an aside one of my most favorite things about exalted is the potential for epic moments of social. One of my least favorite is exalted using their massive social stats like a sledgehammer to browbeat everyone into doing things their way.)

On the other hand a well timed attack against a weakened and distracted foe could be absolutely devastating. No need for anything complicated. We have all the tools we need. No need for unsavory allies. We are powerful. We have the advantage of surprise. We will have a perfect tactical position. If they get away, we screwed something up massively.

It is almost literally a fish in a barrel.

Edit: I would also like to add that I am not nearly so sure about us being able to get the vampires to do what we want. The circumstances are significantly different from our other intimidation targets. Enough that I expect the difficulty to be much higher. Such that even with our reductions it will still be challenging. Walking up to a big dangerous and organised group and glaring at them and saying "You all work for me now" is much bigger of an ask then intimidating a lone target.
-All things being equal, someone running is always faster than someone pursuing.
He who runs for his life or liberty is always going to outrun someone running for profit of some sort.

-There is nothing to imply that anyone carrying gossamer will be clearly marked, and we dont have the occult senses to identify it from afar when its in a container.
Even worse if its in multiple containers and you have two or more people fleeing.

-Thats because we dont trust them.
Any more than Dresden trusted Nicodemus when he was told to help him break into Hades' vaults in Skin Game.
We dont expect loyalty, just obedience, and that only when we are at their backs. Dont conflate useful with trust.

-We'll be at their back, not the other way around.

-Have you read the part where Dresden got his hands on a couple of ghouls after they murdered, raped and ate two trainee Wardens, and treated them so badly that the ghouls stopped taking mercenary contracts against the White Council?
Thats exactly how I expect this to go.

There's maybe one person here in that group who might qualify as an ancient vampire equivalent. Maybe.
Im expecting a full Code Brown.

-Intimidation is one of our Key abilities.
Go do the math. Demonic Primacy of Essence will literally reduce a DC9 social task to a DC7 one when dealing with CoDs.
And will make a DC6 standard difficulty into a DC4.

And Im fully expecting an unsheathed Amoraccchius to be worth its own dice or DC reduction.
You are not listening. Leaving close to a hundred valuable personnel overseeing at most 30 less valuable personnel is terrible resource management. They are not productive here. They can't intervene if something goes wrong. They are strictly "direct from afar". The same can be done via (magical) teleconference.

I highly doubt we'll find many, if any, non-cultist personnel there. Maybe someone hastily summoned.
To the Fomor, everyone else there who isnt a Fomor is expendable.
Soldiers and slave support staff alike. The Fomor can replace them pretty quickly, because magical bioengineering and mindcontrol is one of their hats. They are a lot more like the Red Court in that way.

Whats important is the Fomor cantrev-lord and the gossamer.
Decent odds they would writeoff the entire base for the gossamer we already recovered and consider it cheap at the price.
Human value systems do not apply here.

This entire operation has already cost upwards of fifty million dollars and thousands of manhours to set up.
I dont see why you think they wont attempt to protect the products of their investment.
If they can't exercise some level of impulse control, or at minimum send subordinates who they can force to do so and trust to work somewhat independently, then I struggle to see how they ever made any progress. Increasing the logistics footprint of your secret facility by a third to a half for no operational benefit is really dumb. Especially when it's far from your center of power.

If gossamer is important enough for Cantrev lords to be involved then it should be important for them to put some actual thought into their harvesting operation.
Canon has a Fomor cantrev-lord attempt to blow up a diplomatic reception in the consulate of the svartalfar with a chemical weapon in the middle of Chicago. That he smuggled in via diplomatic pouch.
Right after they just signed a treaty with them.

Its an ongoing issue with a lot of supernaturals that rational decisionmaking only goes so far before some bright spark develops an inflated sense of their own importance.
@uju32
My issue with the whole thing is that any more forces than the local cultists are entirely your conjecture.
Just because they have an underwater-bolthole does not mean that their operation here is suddenly 5 times bigger than we know, IC and OOC so far.

You made up the hypothetical sorcerer and thralls based on a general idea of how Formor work, which might have nothing to do with the cult we are actually dealing with. They were noted to be extremly fractious though and we have absolutly no reason to think they are following the procedure of the Formor from the books.

Edit: Also for Michael the job is over, which also supports the idea that we are just cleaning up here, not diving into the much bigger bonus-dungeon.
-Yes. Its my best guess based on available data.
Mortal cultists dont have the resources to build covert underwater bases in US coastal waters, off a major city.
And the Rampires arent throwing three Blood Packs at this place because they think its manned by mortal cultists.

-Word of Bob via Dresden is that this is a Fomor op. If it is, they canonically have established patterns of behavior.
The QM can choose to deviate as he chooses.

-We ARE cleaning up.

If this is a Fomor op as Bob and Dresden have said, then there's literally only one, or a handful of persons of importance here.
Everyone else being expendable fodder by Fomor reckoning, with the cultists actually being more valuable than most servitors because they can operate covertly. The Fomor dont give a fuck.

-Also worth remembering that the Swords, and the people who give their wielders orders, operate based on a lot more information than mortals do. What they consider important enough for their intervention is not necessarily what we mortals do.

Case in point:
Amoracchius and Fidelacchius both sat out the first year and half after Changes while the Fomor were attacking coastal cities and kidnapping women and children en masse. Amoracchius was benched for the Fomor invasion of Chicago, when Ethniu killed around sixty thousand people and tried to set off a major war.

Mysterious ways.
 
Last edited:
They are almost unknown in Dresdenverse. I mean, you can only kill immortals on Halloween. And even that's a closely guarded secret. Almost no one has "if you kill it, it's dead, no take backs or dodges" magic.

Not exactly.

It's mentioned that immortals can only be killed at "certain times and places." Halloween is the most common that we know of, but there are others. The Stone Table and its battlefield is one such "place" and the Eye of Balor was something that Butcher said would be able to kill even something like Uriel if it could hit him. The Swords are also capable of killing immortals, as we know from Michael ganking a Dragon.

Having casual access to immortal killing powers is the provenance of some high end and scary stuff.
 
Winning Vote
Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Nov 22, 2022 at 10:40 AM, finished with 100 posts and 17 votes.

  • [X] Attempt commandeer the aid of the Red Court in this matter
    -[X] Use Excellency (Intimidate) + Demonic Primacy of Essence: -1 Essence
    -[X] Demand they obey
    -[X] Enforce strict rules of engagement to avoid collateral and maximize chances of intelligence return
    -[X]STUNT: Shoreside activity drew first one set of vampire eyes, and then another,and another. Quiet preparations for a dive faltered and come to a halt as their incredulous eyes watched two figures push a small bright yellow submersible into the surf, and board it. Incredulity turned to wariness, with an undercurrent of the alarm of startled predators, as with a whisper of a starting engine, the vehicle starts up, and turns towards the buoy; half a dozen Reds even beginning to shed their skin suits at its approach. And then wariness became terror as green light and a heavy, oppressive pall fell on the group. Hastily upturned faces see the figure of a demon - a woman - descend from the sky in cargo pants, Timberlands and black chainmail, her form limned in green fire and far too many eyes. In her hand was a blade the color of old brass, its blade lined with green flames and half-legible script that whispered of final endings and the death of gods. Her descent ended perhaps six feet from the top of the buoy and she looked down on the seethe of vampires frozen underneath her sight with cold, cold eyes. "You were told to stay out of my way." The voice os calm, almost conversational, but in it lurked the promise of hellfire. "Who's captain here?"
    [X] Let the vampires go first, you will clean up the winner afterwards
    -[X] Take over the Vampire-ship while they are busy to avoid any getting away.
    [X] Attempt commandeer the aid of the Red Court in this matter
    -[X] Use excellency (Intimidate)
    -[X] Stunt: Like a technorganic beast from the unfathomable lightless depths of hellish oceans your vessel silently swims near the surface of the water, hidden in the evening's shadows and the mist formed by your ever present aura of cold. The only sound reaching your ears is a hum on your father's lips. As you approach the Red Court boats, you surface, and exit the hatch, appearing for all to see to glide on the surface of the water, surrounded by wisps of mist. You greet them with all the regal power you can bring forth, informing them that today they are to be your allies, so in saving you a few precious seconds they might earn, perhaps, your favor.
    [X] Let the vampires go first, you will clean up the winner afterwards
    -[X] Use Excellency (Intimidate) + Demonic Primacy of Essence: -1 Essence
    -[X] Demand they obey
    -[X] Enforce strict rules of engagement to avoid collateral and maximize chances of intelligence return
    -[X]STUNT: Shoreside activity drew first one set of vampire eyes, and then another,and another. Quiet preparations for a dive faltered and come to a halt as their incredulous eyes watched two figures push a small bright yellow submersible into the surf, and board it. Incredulity turned to wariness, with an undercurrent of the alarm of startled predators, as with a whisper of a starting engine, the vehicle starts up, and turns towards the buoy; half a dozen Reds even beginning to shed their skin suits at its approach. And then wariness became terror as green light and a heavy, oppressive pall fell on the group. Hastily upturned faces see the figure of a demon - a woman - descend from the sky in cargo pants, Timberlands and black chainmail, her form limned in green fire and far too many eyes. In her hand was a blade the color of old brass, its blade lined with green flames and half-legible script that whispered of final endings and the death of gods. Her descent ended perhaps six feet from the top of the buoy and she looked down on the seethe of vampires frozen underneath her sight with cold, cold eyes. "You were told to stay out of my way." The voice os calm, almost conversational, but in it lurked the promise of hellfire. "Who's captain here?"
    [X] Let the vampires go first, you will clean up the winner afterwards
    -[X] Target whichever vampires look to be able to do magic first.
    [x] Try to get the vampires to back up, you do not want them getting their claws on whatever down there
    -[X] Use Excellency (Intimidate) + Demonic Primacy of Essence: -1 Essence
    -[X]STUNT: Shoreside activity drew first one set of vampire eyes, and then another,and another. Quiet preparations for a dive faltered and come to a halt as their incredulous eyes watched two figures push a small bright yellow submersible into the surf, and board it. Incredulity turned to wariness, with an undercurrent of the alarm of startled predators, as with a whisper of a starting engine, the vehicle starts up, and turns towards the buoy; half a dozen Reds even beginning to shed their skin suits at its approach. And then wariness became terror as green light and a heavy, oppressive pall fell on the group. Hastily upturned faces see the figure of a demon - a woman - descend from the sky in cargo pants, Timberlands and black chainmail, her form limned in green fire and far too many eyes. In her hand was a blade the color of old brass, its blade lined with green flames and half-legible script that whispered of final endings and the death of gods. Her descent ended perhaps six feet from the top of the buoy and she looked down on the seethe of vampires frozen underneath her sight with cold, cold eyes. "You were told to stay out of my way." The voice was calm, almost conversational, but in it lurked the promise of hellfire. "Who's captain here?"
 
Arc 3 Interlude 4: The Don and the Demon
The Don and the Demon

25st of July 2006 A.D.

The being that called itself Don Phillipe de Leon was an old, old monster, in another life beneath the scorching sun of Mexico he had ridden with Cortés, for God and king and glory everlasting, he had seen an Emperor stoned by his own people and set upon a pyre and he had seen with living eyes the death throes of a nation by sword and the plague of God's Judgement, the same which would raise the son of a poor hidalgo to lordship over wide, lush lands. Yet God had not seem fit to protect him from his own sickness which came by night on too sweet lips and numbing fangs and so he reasoned that it must be the will of the devil that he was cursed and as the promise of the Mount the Devil gave onto him all that was good and sweet upon the earth. A master was he over many slaves, of the Blood and not, true in fealty to his Lady even as she was to her lord and he to the Plumed Serpent. Conqueror, conquered, slave and slave-master all these Phillipe had been in the Empire of Blood and through it all a warrior strong and bold.

So he was not dismayed but wary to see a ship of the sort that could pass under the waters upon the far pier. Raising an imperious hand against the chatter of his lessers he narrowed his eyes at the scene, skin itching to unfold his proper ears and listen to what they were saying. The white cloak could not be mistaken. Anger bubbled in his gut like bile at the God who had abandoned him. Oh to rip out his heart and drink his blood, there was one, there was only one. Maybe once the Muck-dwellers had met them in battle. He did not may much mind the other ones who the cobarde Andre claimed were with the knight.

Perhaps he should have.

She came in fire from on high, shrouded in green, a thousand eyes from the flames staring in armor as black as night and thick with coiling shadows. She should have seemed a child to Phillipe who had stood in the presence of his gods and supped red life from their own table, but in her hand was a sword wreathed in fire that burn like the sun and in her eyes the death of gods.

Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 9/12

"You were warned to stay out of my way," the words were soft, light upon the air, enough that you could hear the voice of phantom flames behind it. "Who is master here?"

Rising from his seat Phillipe cast off the lie of humanity and the beauty it held as a lord might throw down a fur lined cloak assured that the servants would deal with it. "I am Don Phillipe de Leon, count of the Empire of Blood which some call the Red Court, speak your piece and know you address the a subject and messenger of Kukulkan who brooks no rivals."

The... demon, for no girl-child would bear such instruments of power was silent for a long moment, enough that one of the fools behind him exploded from his flesh-ask without any trace of grace, nor likely of intent. Then she spoke, malice dripping from her every word: "But it seems he does brook being light with his name and quick with threats. No matter, it is not my place to censure you for presumption..." It could be if I but chose to reach out my hand, was left unsaid, but not unheard and fear gripped the heart of Phillipe like a vice.

"We have common cause against the Muck-dwellers my lady, let us take it rather than make war upon their threshold," he offered as for a moment he considered treachery. True she was mighty but so had been the hosts of the Mexica of Tenochtitlan and yet they had fallen before the cunning of five hundred Spaniards. But as a eyes beyond measure peered at him Don Phillipe feared that his heart was open to them as he once feared God's own judgement of his sins.

How do you attack?

[] Let the Vampires go first

[] Have them escort the submarine

[] Write in


OOC: Edits done.
 
Last edited:
Rolls
So speaks the Demon Empress
Will of the Damned
-If the Difference had been 5+ Successes he would not have been plotting treachery, but it was just 3 so he is-
Don Phillipe Manipulation+Subterfuge
Molly Perception+Empathy
@DragonParadox
Math's wrong.

1)We roll Charisma/Manipulation 3 + Intimidation 4 + Excellency 7 + Stunt 2.
16 dice, not 14.

2)Intimidation is a Key ability, so 1s dont count. Thats 9 successes, not 7.

3) 9 sux vs Don whatchamacallit's 4 is a difference of 5.
 
I mean... you don't need demon to know what a vamp will do.
Well yeah. They ARE Reds.
I expect betrayal.

EDIT
Im HOPING for betrayal
@DragonParadox
QUESTION
Rising from his seat Phillipe cast off the lie of humanity and the beauty it held as a lord might throw down a fur lined cloak assured that the servants would deal with it. "I am Don Phillipe de Leon, count of the Empire of Blood which some call the Red Court, speak your piece and know you address the a subject and messenger of Kukulkan who brooks no rivals."

The... demon, for no girl-child would bear such instruments of power was silent for a long moment, enough that one of the fools behind him exploded from his flesh-ask without any trace of grace, nor likely of intent. Then she spoke, malice dripping from her every word: "But it seems he does brook being light with his name and quick with threats. No matter, it is not my place to censure you for presumption..." It could be if I but chose to reach out my hand, was left unsaid, but not unheard and fear gripped the heart of Phillipe like a vice.
Does this proc for Essence regen as knowledge of the supernatural for the scene?
 
Last edited:
We should also probably use the Crown on the lake to learn the layout of the underwater structures (within a certain radius, or under the whole lake, in case we kuck out and stumble upon some unrelated ancient buried ruin somewhere)
 
Back
Top