meianmaru
The Devourer of Fiction
Or some Heretical Charms.
Green Sun, Black Shadows (CG/Exalted)
- Thread starter Alexander89
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- Brazil
Considering that the we already plan to institutonalize large scale Yozi worship you may be overestimating how much incentive and free reign minor demons will have to stabilish short-sighted self destructive personal cults, I will mostly end up being bad business, specialy since it couldbe considered stealing from the Yozi
Do you relize that as the Exalted Champion of Oramus doing the actual impossible is our job description twice over ? (sorry couldn't resist)
Seriously now I never said that we would do everything all of them want, be you own words that would be impossible, so obviously a compromise will need to be reached (mostly it will probaly be whatever Malfeas wants), reaching a favorable consensus would be a problem, but all things considered lets cross that bridge when we get there and not before
- Location
- Spain
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The Yozi won't care so long as the owners pay their Essence taxes, just like they do in Hell.
If you want to know what life with the Yozis let loose to do as they please will look like, look at Hell. It'll look like that. It's not going to be a nice place.
Alexander89
Pet the pretty kitty? Y/N
- Location
- Italy
Sure. +3 Xp for her. Uhm, how would you make a project to compose a song? I know how Craft works, but a song is Performance...
Uhm...Ah, found it! I also got an inspiration: tell me if you like this Akuma rewrite.
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OF THE BIRTH AND EVOLUTION OF AKUMA - FROM SLAVES TO KNIGHT TEMPLARS
OF THE BIRTH AND EVOLUTION OF AKUMA - FROM SLAVES TO KNIGHT TEMPLARS
The akuma came into being during the Primordial War. A Night Caste named Gorol was the only surviving member of his circle in a battle that slew the fetich soul of the Primordial that would become the Neverborn known as the Abhorrence of Life. It is unknown what forces caused Gorol to willingly give himself to the cause of Malfeas, but a range of theories abound about tainted Primordial essence, survivors guilt, insight into the Great Curse, and others. Gorol's life as an akuma was, ultimately, a failed experiment. The Yozi refined the Investiture of Infernal Glory charm after seeing Gorol's transformation into a mad juggernaut in the image of the Yozi he served to prevent the corruption of their akuma from being so obvious.
They still stripped Motivation and free will from the candidates.
There was a Yozi who couldn't accept it. His name was Ta'akozoka, the Benthic Treasure, who survived the Primordial War out of pure luck, his would-be slayers incapable of realizing if a Primordial was truly slain or not. Ta'akozoka was greedy, coveting wealth above all else; as such he couldn't phantom the idea of slaves, because for him is only natural for all beings to covet and accumulate wealth. The failure of Gorol that so shamed Malfeas was proof enough, so he searched an alternative. He consulted with Mardukth, another who survived out of luck, and with Elloge: together those three Yozi pondered and experimented until a solution, both simple and efficient, was found.
Instead of tricking them, the future Akuma would be made to choose undying loyalty out of their free will, and become more than instruments-they would become heralds of Yozi's glory.
First, a prospective akuma requires a great deal of personal power. Only the most exceptional mortals and Exalts qualify; even then, they must also display qualities pleasing to petitioned Yozi: Ta'akozoka favors skilled bureaucrats that could raise wealth, Mardukth those who called the mountains home and are great tribe's leader, and Elloge searches for skilled authors of splendid literature and art. Their Third Circle likewise favors those who resonate with their own themes and can further the objectives of their progenitors.
They still stripped Motivation and free will from the candidates.
There was a Yozi who couldn't accept it. His name was Ta'akozoka, the Benthic Treasure, who survived the Primordial War out of pure luck, his would-be slayers incapable of realizing if a Primordial was truly slain or not. Ta'akozoka was greedy, coveting wealth above all else; as such he couldn't phantom the idea of slaves, because for him is only natural for all beings to covet and accumulate wealth. The failure of Gorol that so shamed Malfeas was proof enough, so he searched an alternative. He consulted with Mardukth, another who survived out of luck, and with Elloge: together those three Yozi pondered and experimented until a solution, both simple and efficient, was found.
Instead of tricking them, the future Akuma would be made to choose undying loyalty out of their free will, and become more than instruments-they would become heralds of Yozi's glory.
First, a prospective akuma requires a great deal of personal power. Only the most exceptional mortals and Exalts qualify; even then, they must also display qualities pleasing to petitioned Yozi: Ta'akozoka favors skilled bureaucrats that could raise wealth, Mardukth those who called the mountains home and are great tribe's leader, and Elloge searches for skilled authors of splendid literature and art. Their Third Circle likewise favors those who resonate with their own themes and can further the objectives of their progenitors.
The effects of Akumahood are simple. The character receives access to a specific set of their patron yozi's charmset, or spirit charms themed after the Third Circle demon that made the pact, and the benefits of Demonic Inheritance five. They can reach one higher rank of martial arts, sorcery, and necromancy - although most yozi refuse to grant this dark power to their servants - than they would normally be able to. They can raise their traits, notably essence, to one higher than they would otherwise be able to. Finally, their life is extended, granting a terrestrial's lifespan to a mortal, a celestial's to a terrestrial, and an unknown, perhaps infinite span of time for a celestial akuma.
In return for these gifts, the akuma receives an Urge. This is an additional motivation, chosen by the yozi and/or the investing third circle, with regard to their bargain with the akuma. This Urge is inviolate - the akuma is literally incapable of defying it. They retain their own motivation, although it grants MDV bonuses only as if it were an intimacy.
What can and cannot be rewritten is decided beforehand by an ironclad agreement between the would-be Akuma and the one who make the change. In general, the rules for those deals should be compared to the relevant yozi's desires, plans, and themes. Intelligent akuma make sure to include that their motivation and intimacies remain intact, for otherwise they will come out of the process unrecognisable. Therefore, the easiest way to 'win' an investiture is to find a yozi who has elements in common with you. A twilight caste researcher would not impress Malfeas, but could make a good case for SWLiHN, while a slave who seeks to impress his will upon a nation would find the reverse true. An excellent stunt or well written backstory should also improve their status - everything in Creation respects something done well. Generally, the better the match between the prospective akuma and their yozi, the better the deal they will get. The more useful a tool they can be, the better a deal they can argue for.
The three creators of this process look with approval at those who manage to strike the best bargain, for they see the hints of what they really search: willing, unfaltering devotion.
An akuma who completes their urge is, theoretically, free. They can receive a new one from a third circle demon of their patron yozi for only one willpower, but like the first investiture they must be willing: by Ta'akozoka's design, a new Urge can be assigned only if the Akuma bargain for a commensurate reward to the task asked of them. Akuma can receive more (power, money, prestige) only by being successful on the tasks given. This is an incentive that few can resist, and so it's that many Akuma fervently work to please their Masters as best as they can.
That those Akuma performs much better than any chosen by Malfeas or SWLiHN, is a matter than make Mardukth proud.
But it's the third, and final, part of this great design that was Elloge's work, and what all three Titans always eagerly wait to see happen:
Abnegation of the ego and total subsumation of yourself towards a cause.
It may happens that a scholar grew bitter by the state of the world, and search to bring it back to its former glory. It may happen that an Akuma, during their services, came to genuinely appreciate their patrons, and realized that the greatest thing they can do with their lives is to dedicate it to those who provided so much for them. Whatever the case, when a petitioner comes before a Yozi or a third circle soul of them, and declares to be ready to dedicate themselves wholly to the cause-that's when that the great archetype of Elloge comes to live.
The one petitioned converses long and hard with the petitioner, looking for deceit and peer into their spirits for hidden truths. If they are satisfied by what they see, they state truthfully to the petitioner what will happen to him. If they accept, a new and more powerful version of "Investiture of Infernal Glory" is used on them. Intimacies, Virtues and other parts that make up that person are left untouched, but they gain (if they don't have already) an Intimacy of loyalty and reverence to the Yozi they petitioned and their Motivation is replaced with a single variant:
"To dedicate my life to the cause of the Yozi"
Thus are born the Infernal Crusaders: Akuma granted the highest power, driven by religious fervor to further the cause of the true Masters of the Universe, their every breath spent to further spread the glory of the Yozi and restore them on the rightful throne even without an Urge to guide them. They can still be given one, but at this point it is merely a formality to inform them of their next duty.
Cecelyne was, understably, peeved by this player-right version of religion.
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What do you think? I tried to think of something that made sense under the lens of convenience: I started by the idea that there has to be some Yozi who aren't as bugfuck insane and debased as Malfeas and the rest of the Reclamation Architects. Still alien by human-standards, but with objectives less likely to screw everyone forever just for the heck of it. I was inspired by this.
I actually have a few ideas about what a possible future-history epilogue of this quest would be like.
But until then, can we just play the quest as it is?
Hopefully we make it that far.
Sure, no problem.
ReaperofInterest
Herald of Disaster
...huh, that's actually a good question. Maybe have composing songs be Performance as well? Or have it be a regular crafting project that uses Performance and other social attributes instead of the normal crafting abilities? TBH, I mostly put in the Crafts so she'd be good at 'traditionally feminine' projects, and so she'd be able to actually help out with the crafting projects that will inevitably be requested for.
- Location
- Brazil
I like this, it keeps the faustian bargain aspect while making the akuma more effective, I just wonder how the existence of this better option would relate to the true infernal Exalted,and while I once more get the feeling that you may have gone a step to far when making something more palatable is not like Akuma barganing the terms of their deal is anything new(like that dragonbloded who wanted to infuse the bloodline with demon blood, can't remenber if he belonged to Kymbery or another one), but maybe add some acknowledgment of how Gorol was the worst Akuma ever made, done before they had any idea of how to actualy make good akuma, otherwise you are doing a dissevice from the canon process that had gone from Gorol, refined into the canon Akuma and then adapted to the infernal exalted
On a more technical side would this investiture alow one to use Sidereal Martial arts and Void circle necromancy ? I don't think those would make much sense since the former is beyond the infernal Exalted and the later is beyond everyone save the Deathlords and the Abyssals, not even the Ebon dragon himself can acess void circle
Just a note to everyone, I've made updates to Yukiteru's and Yuno's character sheets based on discussion with Alexander.
One very important thing to note is that in this quest we'll be mostly using Terrifying Argent Witches for Lunars in this quest, though I think canon Charms will still be allowed. A major benefit of this is that there are no Casteless Lunars, and that the moonsilver tattoos are built into the Lunar's anima and so they don't have any risk of becoming a Chimera due to using their powers, though you can still get an actual moonsilver artifact tattoo if you want. One noteworthy exception to the TAW rules is that we'll still be using Spirit Shapes and Tells, and that Lunars will not know instinctually that they can hunt down and drink the blood of prey to take their forms. The GM will specify any other house rules regarding TAW vs canon as needed.
I suggest skimming through TAW if you're not familiar with it.
One very important thing to note is that in this quest we'll be mostly using Terrifying Argent Witches for Lunars in this quest, though I think canon Charms will still be allowed. A major benefit of this is that there are no Casteless Lunars, and that the moonsilver tattoos are built into the Lunar's anima and so they don't have any risk of becoming a Chimera due to using their powers, though you can still get an actual moonsilver artifact tattoo if you want. One noteworthy exception to the TAW rules is that we'll still be using Spirit Shapes and Tells, and that Lunars will not know instinctually that they can hunt down and drink the blood of prey to take their forms. The GM will specify any other house rules regarding TAW vs canon as needed.
I suggest skimming through TAW if you're not familiar with it.
Alexander89
Pet the pretty kitty? Y/N
- Location
- Italy
Well it's like this is how I want things to rule. I'm just stringing things along. But in what sense I have gone too far?
Also, this begs the question: do you want to see Akuma used in this quest? Because I would rather give interesting personalities to demons instead of using elements alien to Malfeas.
No, it doesn't. Even if you are a Celestial Exalt you only get a longer lifespan. Sidereal MA and VC necromancy are still beyond you.
- Location
- Wörms, the half continent
I would prefer more interesting Demons to seeing Akuma. Mentions of Akuma or the like are fine, but your demons are quite enjoyable to read.
Craft (Air), combined with Linguistics might work.
- Location
- his hidden lair
Not to mention, with all the fan submitted Infernals we have plenty of extra characters to use, or actors running around in the world screwing around with stuff. No need to introduce another group with Akuma as well. ( I would say too many, but that's neither here nor there.)
Omake - Happy Crafting (Canon)
NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
- Location
- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
Happy Crafting
She hummed happily as she worked, the gentle tune helping her keep her focus and ignore the shadows constantly flitting around the room. They were always darting in and whispering, trying to distract her with the most intimate secrets of the Void or warnings about why she should avoid hairdryers, but she'd gotten good at blocking them out when she didn't need them or didn't want them.
Slowly, carefully, she stripped off another strand and began teasing it into place alongside the countless others she'd already threaded. Fitting the dense mesh together like this took a long time- certainly a lot longer than just slapping it in as a single mass- but in her opinion the results were worth it, and her little friend the talking fly agreed.
Sticking her tongue out of the side her mouth in concentration, she cut the strand down to size before gently finishing dabbing it into place, then sealing it in with a flare of cold, necrotic essence. Reaching back, she took another strand and repeated the process again. And again. And again. Building the structure, strand by stran-
-her grasping fingers closed on nothing, and she frowned. Looking up from her work, she clicked her tongue in annoyance as she saw that she'd run out of strands. "Tooo hasty... tooooo quick..." Her watch hissed, taunting her. A quick smack against the metal frame she was working on shut it up, however, and left her free to focus on accessing more of her supply.
Turning the platform her hunk of flesh was strapped onto, she picked up a thin-bladed flaying knife and began carefully carving the skin off its remaining unharvested limb. Darkness flitted over it momentarily as she worked, a pattern only she could see that whispered directions in her mind, revealing the best way to remove the skin without harming the valuable muscle beneath, and she silently whispered a thank you in appreciation.
Before long she'd stripped every last inch of unwanted flesh from the meat's limb, so she set down her blade and began extracting fleshy strands once more. Some of them leered at her, begging her not to touch them, but she easily ignored the distraction and carried on working.
Under her swift yet sure movements, it wasn't long before there was nothing left but a length of stripped bone, barely held together by the remaining ligaments. Sighing, she set down her tools and looked regretfully at the body. It was such a shame, going through such high quality material so quickly, but it was unfortunately inevitable.
Still, at least she could get one more use out of this one.
Carefully, she undid the restraints that had been holding the meat's chest down. It tried to move the instant she released it, perhaps to fight back, or perhaps to flee or protest, but with its limbs stripped bare all it achieved was a few spasmodic jerks. Still, the display was enough to make her frown, before she slapped it across the face.
"You've been such a good puppet…" She said, before bringing a hand up to her mouth to hide a giggle, "And you've got such a good fate left to you. Don't spoil it now~"
Weak and feeble groans emerged from behind the flesh's gag in response to her words, but she ignored them. Instead, her hand began to paradoxically glow with darkness, a cold shadow that seemed to drink and devour the light around it. Pressing her fingers together into a knife hand, she carefully touched the tips of her fingers against its chest and slowly traced a large circle on it, flesh and bone rotting in the wake of her touch.
As she brought her fingers back around to where she'd first started cutting the dark aura around her hand faded. Digging the fingers of both hands into the groove she'd just carved, she grimaced and began straining, pulling with all her might. For several seconds nothing happened, but then she lurched back as without warning its entire chest and ribcage broke off with a sickening crack.
Tossing the worthless chunk of flesh and bone off to one side, she began digging into the now-exposed organs of the writhing lump of meat before her with a frown on her face. After several seconds, however, it stopped moving and her frown turned to a smile as she yanked something deep red from the depths of its chest.
Turning the heart over in her hands, she spent the next several seconds examining it closely before bringing it up to her face and giving a quick, careful lick.
"Perfect." She pronounced, whilst the heart giggled from the tickling touch of her tongue. "Absolutely flawless."
"Hehe, too kind, you are, too kind." The heart replied, blushing bashfully at her comment. Petting it friendlily, eliciting another giggle in the process, she carefully carried it over to the metal frame and set it within a special slot. A few moments work had it attached to several lengths of metal tubing, and then she closed the hatch on it.
"Bye bye." She muttered as the heart disappeared behind the grey metal. After taking a moment to lick her hands clean, she walked over to a button by the now useless flesh and smacked it, causing the platform she was on to immediately start descending. And as it did, she considered the other flesh sacks restrained down below; which one would be the most suitable to use next? As she pondered the question, however, the shadows answered her question for her. Darkness flitted around the smallest of the remaining meat sources, forming into shapes and images that showed her exactly how to incorporate it into her design.
"Wonderful~" She smiled, thankful once again for the guidance and help of her masters as she stepped off the platform and began making her way over to her newest source of useful flesh.
Corporal Carmine whimpered as the happily smiling, blond haired, bloody-eyed woman approached him. He'd seen what she'd done his comrades, and wasn't fooled by her pleasant expression; he knew all too well what fate awaited him. Desperately, he began struggling against the restraints that held him, panicked prayers to whatever god or goddess might be listening working their way past his gag as spluttered screams. Pleas for mercy, rescue... even simply a swift death rather than the torture the woman would put him through.
If any of them heard, none of them answered.
She hummed happily as she worked, the gentle tune helping her keep her focus and ignore the shadows constantly flitting around the room. They were always darting in and whispering, trying to distract her with the most intimate secrets of the Void or warnings about why she should avoid hairdryers, but she'd gotten good at blocking them out when she didn't need them or didn't want them.
Slowly, carefully, she stripped off another strand and began teasing it into place alongside the countless others she'd already threaded. Fitting the dense mesh together like this took a long time- certainly a lot longer than just slapping it in as a single mass- but in her opinion the results were worth it, and her little friend the talking fly agreed.
Sticking her tongue out of the side her mouth in concentration, she cut the strand down to size before gently finishing dabbing it into place, then sealing it in with a flare of cold, necrotic essence. Reaching back, she took another strand and repeated the process again. And again. And again. Building the structure, strand by stran-
-her grasping fingers closed on nothing, and she frowned. Looking up from her work, she clicked her tongue in annoyance as she saw that she'd run out of strands. "Tooo hasty... tooooo quick..." Her watch hissed, taunting her. A quick smack against the metal frame she was working on shut it up, however, and left her free to focus on accessing more of her supply.
Turning the platform her hunk of flesh was strapped onto, she picked up a thin-bladed flaying knife and began carefully carving the skin off its remaining unharvested limb. Darkness flitted over it momentarily as she worked, a pattern only she could see that whispered directions in her mind, revealing the best way to remove the skin without harming the valuable muscle beneath, and she silently whispered a thank you in appreciation.
Before long she'd stripped every last inch of unwanted flesh from the meat's limb, so she set down her blade and began extracting fleshy strands once more. Some of them leered at her, begging her not to touch them, but she easily ignored the distraction and carried on working.
Under her swift yet sure movements, it wasn't long before there was nothing left but a length of stripped bone, barely held together by the remaining ligaments. Sighing, she set down her tools and looked regretfully at the body. It was such a shame, going through such high quality material so quickly, but it was unfortunately inevitable.
Still, at least she could get one more use out of this one.
Carefully, she undid the restraints that had been holding the meat's chest down. It tried to move the instant she released it, perhaps to fight back, or perhaps to flee or protest, but with its limbs stripped bare all it achieved was a few spasmodic jerks. Still, the display was enough to make her frown, before she slapped it across the face.
"You've been such a good puppet…" She said, before bringing a hand up to her mouth to hide a giggle, "And you've got such a good fate left to you. Don't spoil it now~"
Weak and feeble groans emerged from behind the flesh's gag in response to her words, but she ignored them. Instead, her hand began to paradoxically glow with darkness, a cold shadow that seemed to drink and devour the light around it. Pressing her fingers together into a knife hand, she carefully touched the tips of her fingers against its chest and slowly traced a large circle on it, flesh and bone rotting in the wake of her touch.
As she brought her fingers back around to where she'd first started cutting the dark aura around her hand faded. Digging the fingers of both hands into the groove she'd just carved, she grimaced and began straining, pulling with all her might. For several seconds nothing happened, but then she lurched back as without warning its entire chest and ribcage broke off with a sickening crack.
Tossing the worthless chunk of flesh and bone off to one side, she began digging into the now-exposed organs of the writhing lump of meat before her with a frown on her face. After several seconds, however, it stopped moving and her frown turned to a smile as she yanked something deep red from the depths of its chest.
Turning the heart over in her hands, she spent the next several seconds examining it closely before bringing it up to her face and giving a quick, careful lick.
"Perfect." She pronounced, whilst the heart giggled from the tickling touch of her tongue. "Absolutely flawless."
"Hehe, too kind, you are, too kind." The heart replied, blushing bashfully at her comment. Petting it friendlily, eliciting another giggle in the process, she carefully carried it over to the metal frame and set it within a special slot. A few moments work had it attached to several lengths of metal tubing, and then she closed the hatch on it.
"Bye bye." She muttered as the heart disappeared behind the grey metal. After taking a moment to lick her hands clean, she walked over to a button by the now useless flesh and smacked it, causing the platform she was on to immediately start descending. And as it did, she considered the other flesh sacks restrained down below; which one would be the most suitable to use next? As she pondered the question, however, the shadows answered her question for her. Darkness flitted around the smallest of the remaining meat sources, forming into shapes and images that showed her exactly how to incorporate it into her design.
"Wonderful~" She smiled, thankful once again for the guidance and help of her masters as she stepped off the platform and began making her way over to her newest source of useful flesh.
ABYSS
Corporal Carmine whimpered as the happily smiling, blond haired, bloody-eyed woman approached him. He'd seen what she'd done his comrades, and wasn't fooled by her pleasant expression; he knew all too well what fate awaited him. Desperately, he began struggling against the restraints that held him, panicked prayers to whatever god or goddess might be listening working their way past his gag as spluttered screams. Pleas for mercy, rescue... even simply a swift death rather than the torture the woman would put him through.
If any of them heard, none of them answered.
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- Location
- Brazil
Is more a feeling I have sometimes like how living chalcant can only be attained from willing demon, as if many demons would have qualms eating each other alive whitout distiling then, as if requiring willingnes makes much sense when you take the nature of demons into account
In this case I just fell the knight templar Imageri doesn't mesh well with well Malfes temathics, to much like something more related to the Unconquered Sun themes maybe, as if when trying to make the deal more moraly aceptable you have gone to far in this direction with not much regard for just how alien are the mindsets involved, but with this said this is just a felling and I can see the Yozi adding this contract methodology to their repertoires once its effectivnes is proven so take this as you will
About seeing Akuma, honestly I don't care overmuch, I like your demons and can't wait for us to spend more time in Malfeas, it is just, the existence and creation of Akuma are a part of the normal course of business in Hel, they are a resource at our disposal and a method to tempt people to our side with little risk of double betrayal, they are an element of Malfeas thematics and an option at our disposal, and as long as their existence is acknowledged so that they may be used when it becomes conveniente I will be satisfied. I mostly realy like to have options
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ReaperofInterest
Herald of Disaster
Je-sus Christ! That, uh...that was certainly something.
NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
- Location
- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
Gotta love Abyssals and their necrotech~
meianmaru
The Devourer of Fiction
Okay. That just happened.
So, on scale from 0 to 10, how willing we are going to be working with Britannia in eliminating the Abyssal -threat? Because while just pointing them to the right direction and letting them feed themselves to the meat-grinder has its own charm, the produced minced meat would likely be used to further fuel some necromantic blasphemies of the Abyssals.
That, and we also still need Cornelia in one piece to interrogate her for information about Lelouch's mother.
I think this is a bad deal for the Yozis. After their akuma finishes his end of the deal, they're totally free with a lot of power. There should be a better incentive to sign on for additional duties, perhaps the power they got is lessened somehow? Maybe they have access to an expanded mote pool only while under an Urge, so even if they have the power they can't always make use of it.
The way you fluffed it, Ta'akozoka seems to be going to bat for the mortals. First he hates slaves (despite wanting to own everything), then he insists that the mortals have a way out? He sounds too beneficent for a Yozi. He ought to be trying to bind them more thoroughly to himsel.
Alexander89
Pet the pretty kitty? Y/N
- Location
- Italy
Weee...I am not going to sleep well tonight. Yep!
Like I said, I was stringing things along, so thanks for pointing out the flaws.
Also, I am trying to make Hell more sympathetic...for this quest. Not in general.
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ReaperofInterest
Herald of Disaster
How about this: First, we do some information gathering, and if the Abyssal seems like a real psycho, we figure out how strong they are. If they're weak enough, we tell the Wyld Hunt people. If they can't handle the Abyssal on their own, we aid them, covertly of course. And if that doesn't work? We head to war. That sound good?
meianmaru
The Devourer of Fiction
Yeah, it does. Though I'm more worried about what kind of psychos there are in the Abyssal Circle in Japan. We already have the mad-scientist and/or -crafter. But are they just horrible monsters, or are they on top of that ultimately interested, with honest intentions, in dropping everything to Oblivion and not just paying lip-service to the Deathlords?
I mean, with Enjou's latest omake, we now have an Infernal on our side who is pretty much an unfeeling monster against anyone who threatens her one true love. We can work (at least temporarily) with monsters, as long as they don't cause too much problems to us or to our cause.
ReaperofInterest
Herald of Disaster
Hmm...you make some good points. All right, if they're NOT planning on feeding Creation to Oblivion, then we can leave them alone for a while. If they are, then it's time to put my previously-outlined strategy into action.
Something that came up in the General thread was to have the Yozis only bother with humans for prayers, then take their real anger out on the gods. So the change for humans would be that they'd have to spend X hours every day in a church paying their prayer-taxes, but the gods will probably be eaten/killed/tortured/banished/everything forever.
Name: Diethard Reid
Caste: Zenith
Age: 31
Background: After years writing propaganda and feeding lies to the public, Diethard grew sick of all the falsehood in the world and longed to expose the truth. That honor is a farce and there are no more heroes. His attitude led him to be disliked by the bosses at the Area 11 TV network and he eventually ended up at a dead end position. Then one day, he received a tip that something big was going down at Shinzuku. Cashing in every favor he had left, he managed to convince a camera crew to follow him into the ghettos. While the others abandoned him, Diethard took a camera and, with a cunning distraction, sneaked pass the military cordon. There he saw the atrocities that Prince Clovis was committing on the 11s and he had a choice. He can return to his comfortable life of anonymity and pretend nothing had happened. Or he can do what a journalist is supposed to do. Report the truth. He was moments away from turning back when he caught the glare of the sun.
Suddenly, the world became brighter and he could hear whispers from distant times, the stories of great heroes in ages past. They told him that the Age of Heroes was not over, merely asleep. Awaiting the moment when one would take a stand against a broken world. One golden figure, a large muscular man with four arms, his hands carrying a mighty lance, a shining shield, a laurel and a horn each, looked down upon him like his soul was being weighted. This magnificent man was everything he wanted his parents to be, but they can't, being only human. Diethard wanted, NEEDED to be better - for him.
And Deithard knew he had been found worthy.
*Complete character sheet to be added later.
Caste: Zenith
Age: 31
Background: After years writing propaganda and feeding lies to the public, Diethard grew sick of all the falsehood in the world and longed to expose the truth. That honor is a farce and there are no more heroes. His attitude led him to be disliked by the bosses at the Area 11 TV network and he eventually ended up at a dead end position. Then one day, he received a tip that something big was going down at Shinzuku. Cashing in every favor he had left, he managed to convince a camera crew to follow him into the ghettos. While the others abandoned him, Diethard took a camera and, with a cunning distraction, sneaked pass the military cordon. There he saw the atrocities that Prince Clovis was committing on the 11s and he had a choice. He can return to his comfortable life of anonymity and pretend nothing had happened. Or he can do what a journalist is supposed to do. Report the truth. He was moments away from turning back when he caught the glare of the sun.
Suddenly, the world became brighter and he could hear whispers from distant times, the stories of great heroes in ages past. They told him that the Age of Heroes was not over, merely asleep. Awaiting the moment when one would take a stand against a broken world. One golden figure, a large muscular man with four arms, his hands carrying a mighty lance, a shining shield, a laurel and a horn each, looked down upon him like his soul was being weighted. This magnificent man was everything he wanted his parents to be, but they can't, being only human. Diethard wanted, NEEDED to be better - for him.
Through the cruelty that festers in the heart of man…
Through the dark rising from forgotten places…
Through uncountable monsters and ancient terrors return to test your resolve…
Stand tall…
For you are…
Exalted…
Through the dark rising from forgotten places…
Through uncountable monsters and ancient terrors return to test your resolve…
Stand tall…
For you are…
Exalted…
And Deithard knew he had been found worthy.
*Complete character sheet to be added later.
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