SirLagginton
Shadow Cabal Caerbannog Bun-Bun
- Location
- Arrrghhh
Considering how barebones it is I would only give it one die.
Green Sun, Black Shadows (CG/Exalted)
- Thread starter Alexander89
- Start date
- Crossover
There's only tangential expansion beyond "I attack him," so probably just 1.
ScrewFate
The World's Wettest Union
- Location
- Stuck in a Cave
[X] Help the Lunar
-[X] Stunt: For the time being the enemy of your enemy is your friend. You draw your Hellcaster in one hand, while silently giving hand signals to the Dark Green Fangs. From your lofty position above the two combatants, you take aim and fire 3 shots at the unsuspecting Dragonblooded knight. Five Anhules materialize in a circle around your foe and join the attack while you reload.
-[X] Charm Use: Malfeas Excellency x 4, Malfeas Inevitability Technique
-[X] Instructions for materialized Anuhles: Attack and don't let up. One or two should try to tie him up in melee while the rest attack at range. Switch them out as the fight continues to minimize damage due to his anima flux.
-[X] Stunt: For the time being the enemy of your enemy is your friend. You draw your Hellcaster in one hand, while silently giving hand signals to the Dark Green Fangs. From your lofty position above the two combatants, you take aim and fire 3 shots at the unsuspecting Dragonblooded knight. Five Anhules materialize in a circle around your foe and join the attack while you reload.
-[X] Charm Use: Malfeas Excellency x 4, Malfeas Inevitability Technique
-[X] Instructions for materialized Anuhles: Attack and don't let up. One or two should try to tie him up in melee while the rest attack at range. Switch them out as the fight continues to minimize damage due to his anima flux.
A Hedonist's Ambition (GSP Slaanesh by Enjou)
Gentlemen! BEHOLD! I have made an INFERNAL! And it's 100% GM approved! *cackles maniacally*
*crack* "YES!" *crack* "AGAIN!" *crack* "MORE! MORE! MORE!"
"Enough." the Demjen commanded, sighing in frustration. "This clearly isn't having the intended effect."
"What!? No, don't stop!" the assumed victim cried out, struggling in her restraints as the Erymanthoi ceased whipping her. "You were just getting good! I never knew pain could be so... oh, what's the word I'm looking for? Ah! Exquisite! Yes, the pain was exquisite! Lady Zinveka, tell him to continue."
Zinveka, Citizen of Malfeas, rubbed her fingers against her temples as she sensed an oncoming migraine. "Where did I go wrong? You were always such a quiet girl, the most obedient of my demon-blooded servants. I give you one sip of chalcanth as a reward for your good service, and you've been misbehaving ever since. Breaking into the wine cellar, harassing my consorts, stealing my fresh malice-nuts. I'll have you know that you have to sacrifice an anuhle just to make the tree grow the damn things! And now you try to kill me? After everything I've done for you?"
Zinveka pointed at her angyalkae, who were playing fervently. "I provide you with music to keep the Silent Wind away." She pointed at the ceiling. "I provide you with shelter and light, so that the Night will not take your sense of self away and so that the heat of Great Ligier will not overburden you." She pointed to a window, outside of which was a garden. "I provide you with food so that you will not go hungry. And..." she pointed at the nymph bound in a rather uncomfortable position on top of a small pyramid, tears of pain endlessly coming from its eyes and flowing into a trough as the poor thing sobbed. "...I provide you with precious water, a rare commodity in the Demon City. Do you have any idea how many decades of effort it took me to capture a water elemental? Longer than you've been alive, I assure you.
"This and more I provide to you and all my demon-blooded servants, and all I ask in exchange is your prayers, obedience, and loyalty. Few others in the Demon City could offer you better comforts, and fewer still would be willing to do so. Are you not thankful?" Zinveka asked, outrage apparent in her voice.
The captive girl nodded fervently, smiling the whole time. "Of course, Lady Zinveka. I'm quite grateful for everything you've given me." There wasn't an iota of dishonesty in her tone, nor a shred of deceit in her features.
Zinveka gaped at the girl. She had expected pleas for mercy, lies of false loyalty, really anything but this! "Then why? Did someone put you up to this? Threaten you?"
"Oh no, of course not, Lady Zinveka, as if I would ever sell you out to someone else. That would be rude." the demon-blooded girl stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Then why did you try to kill me!?" the irate demon screamed.
"Because I want to become a citizen, of course." the girl stated, smiling happily.
"What? I... what? Fuck... just explain yourself." Zinveka said, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"Well, you see, it really did start with that chalcanth you gave me. I'm really grateful for that, because it's what made me wake up and realize the truth." the girl nodded, speaking as if she were preaching sage wisdom.
"And that truth is?" Zenvika asked, honestly curious.
"That life is not worth living without great sensations! The food and water you give us is enough to let us survive comfortably, but it's dreadfully bland. But the chalcanth? That was something else! It was the most interesting thing I'd ever tasted. Truly it was enlightening. How could I live knowing I might never experience something as grand as that again? And even if you might give me some again later, I would still have to content myself with the bland and boring things I was accustomed to.
"Quite honestly, I'd rather die than allow myself to live like that. I couldn't go back to how things where before, so I thought long and hard about it. Stealing things managed to sate my thirsts for a while, but it was just never enough. A bottle of wine one week, a romp with a consort the next, some stolen malice-nuts here and there... well, it was just too long for me to wait. So I figured there was only one solution - if I became a citizen, I could become rich and luxuriate in all kind of sensations whenever I wanted!"
Zinveka actually thought it made an odd sort of sense. Could she go back to the days when she was a serf, simply struggling to survive? Could she return to a life without luxury? Most certainly not. Not a single citizen she knew would willingly let go of one scrap of power or status. "I see. In short, you intended to pry my wealth and power from my cold, dead hands."
"Exactly! I knew you'd get it, Lady Zinveka. The strong rule the weak. Everyone knows that! If I wanted to become a citizen, I would first have to prove my strength. So how better to do that than by killing a citizen? Now, I'd have rather gone after someone else, but when would I have the opportunity? It's not like I can march into another citizen's home and murder them easily, right? So you were the obvious target. I needed to kill you and take everything that was yours. I'm dreadfully sorry that it makes us enemies, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. I had to do it, because even if I died in the attempt it would be better than living a boring life lacking in sensation." The girl's smile had turned slightly sad, but then she perked up again.
"Well then, I suppose you'll have to kill me now. Given I'm your enemy and I tried to murder you, it's not like you can let me live, right? It would be weakness to show me mercy for such an offense, so that's right out."
Zinveka frowned. Sad, but true. She was fond of the girl, but there was no helping it. "Yes, you'll have to die. It would be a poor example to the other servants if I let you live."
"Yup! Oh, I don't suppose you could have have tall, red, and muscular over there whip me to death? I'd like to die feeling strong sensations." She nodded at the Blood Ape holding the whip. "You know, if I get out of this somehow and make it big, would you like to become my torturer, big guy? I'll need a torturer, if I'm a citizen, after all. Every proper citizen has a torturer." The Erymanthoi chuckled in amusement.
"Fine, whatever, just try to pretend not to be enjoying it, will you? By the Scales of Oramus, I wash my hands of this madness." Zinveka sighed again. "Now if you'll excuse me..."
"No, I don't think so." A new, masculine voice stated with authority.
"Who dares...!?" Zenvika's objections died in her mouth as she turned around, seeing who the one who had entered her home uninvited was. Before her was a tall, half-naked man with eyes of brass and brass horns sticking out of the side of his head. He wore a loincloth of human skin and a headdress made of human hair, and blood was painted over his body. Zenvika bowed, fearing for her very existence. "Great Unquestionable, to what do I owe the honor of your presence?"
Hrotsvitha, the Spawning Forest, Ninth Soul of Isidoros, ignored the mere citizen. She was of no consequence to him, at least at this moment. Instead, he eyed the bound demon-blooded girl hanging upside down from the ceiling. He regarded her carefully, while she simply smiled back at him curiously.
"You smell of my blood. A daughter of mine, perhaps? Yes, I think so. I think I remember your mother - she had pretty eyes, and you have inherited them. Rutting with her was quite pleasant." Zenvika tried and failed at not gasping at the Spawning Forest's avatar's ponderings. She had just about put an Unquestionable's child to death? "It matters not, though. I have too many children for me to count. What is important is that you have been chosen."
He pointed to the demon of the first circle standing at his side, a beautiful huntress with skin of brass and pure white hair. "This one is Zarakynel, a favored servant of mine. Within her is a great power. You will accept this power, and you will use it to free the Yozis and all the demon race from their imprisonment. Do you understand, girl?"
The girl nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, yes, that sounds absolutely fantastic."
"Excellent, then let us..."
"But I would like to make one small request, if you wouldn't mind!" she proclaimed exuberantly. Everyone gaped in shock that the girl had dared to interrupt an Unquestionable. Even the musicians stopped playing, ever so briefly, before their fear of the Silent Wind demanded they continue.
Hrotsvitha simply took it in stride. "Very well, though you will spend the next day in a Punishment Sphere for your impudence."
"Well... that sounds fun!"
Hrotsvitha blinked. This girl confounded even him, apparently. "Name your condition." he commanded.
So she did.
Hrotsvitha burst out laughing. "Yes, you are my daughter, I think. You may have what you desire."
She was a Peer of Malfeas! A Green Sun Princess! She had a palace filled with the finest luxuries the Demon City had to offer. Fine wines, fine foods, drugs, concoctions, concubines and consorts of all kinds! And it was hers, all hers for the rest of her days! Oh, sure, she had to work for it, but those who don't work don't eat, as they say.
She luxuriated at the feeling of the cushions she rested on, so soft and silky, as she watched the demon dancers perform for her.
"Oh! This is so delightful! I should bring one of them to bed with me tonight. Which should I choose? The male is delightfully muscular, but the female has a fine figure. Which to pick, which to pick..."
"My lady, you are still thinking like a servant. There is no reason you can't have both."
She gasped. How could she not think of something so obvious? "That's brilliant, Zarakynel! Why not have both?" She giggled with delight, and then took a sip from her glass of bone wine. It wasn't chalcanth, but it was delightful in its own way. Then she frowned. Something was off? What was it... and then it dawned on her. She looked over, and saw that Zenvika wasn't screaming anymore, even as her Erymanthoi torturer continued whipping her.
Getting up, she walked over to her captive Demjen. "What's the matter, Zenvika? Why aren't you screaming anymore? I know you're not dead."
"Please... PLEASE!" the tortured demon gasped. "Just... just end it."
"Now Zenvika, you know how this works, right? You and I are enemies, and you tried to have me killed. By whipping me to death, no less! I can't very well show mercy. That would show weakness, and any enemies I might have gained by attaining my new position would pounce on that. It just can't be allowed. You know that. But... well, I suppose just this once couldn't hurt."
Zenvika looked up, feeling hope for the first time in days. The Green Sun Princess had decided to show mercy. Her torment would end. But then she saw that her former servant had her finger on her lips, and was looking upward as if in thought on what to do next.
"Ah!" she clapped, smiling as an epiphany took hold. "I know just what to do. I've never had greater chalcanth before, and I'm sure you'll be able to slate my thirst for new sensations for a while!" She turned to her torturer. "Take her to a chalcanth brewer and have her distilled. Now, if you'll excuse me I just remembered that it's about time for my audience with Mighty Hegra. I wonder what she wants..."
The Blood Ape bowed. "It shall be done, Lady Slaanesh."
A/N - You may flee Creation now. I'd suggest Australia for the Wyld Zone, but Chaos won't be of much help to you here.
A/N 2 - As a member of the Fiend Caste, Lelouch is responsible for training her!
A Hedonist's Ambition
*crack* "YES!" *crack* "AGAIN!" *crack* "MORE! MORE! MORE!"
"Enough." the Demjen commanded, sighing in frustration. "This clearly isn't having the intended effect."
"What!? No, don't stop!" the assumed victim cried out, struggling in her restraints as the Erymanthoi ceased whipping her. "You were just getting good! I never knew pain could be so... oh, what's the word I'm looking for? Ah! Exquisite! Yes, the pain was exquisite! Lady Zinveka, tell him to continue."
Zinveka, Citizen of Malfeas, rubbed her fingers against her temples as she sensed an oncoming migraine. "Where did I go wrong? You were always such a quiet girl, the most obedient of my demon-blooded servants. I give you one sip of chalcanth as a reward for your good service, and you've been misbehaving ever since. Breaking into the wine cellar, harassing my consorts, stealing my fresh malice-nuts. I'll have you know that you have to sacrifice an anuhle just to make the tree grow the damn things! And now you try to kill me? After everything I've done for you?"
Zinveka pointed at her angyalkae, who were playing fervently. "I provide you with music to keep the Silent Wind away." She pointed at the ceiling. "I provide you with shelter and light, so that the Night will not take your sense of self away and so that the heat of Great Ligier will not overburden you." She pointed to a window, outside of which was a garden. "I provide you with food so that you will not go hungry. And..." she pointed at the nymph bound in a rather uncomfortable position on top of a small pyramid, tears of pain endlessly coming from its eyes and flowing into a trough as the poor thing sobbed. "...I provide you with precious water, a rare commodity in the Demon City. Do you have any idea how many decades of effort it took me to capture a water elemental? Longer than you've been alive, I assure you.
"This and more I provide to you and all my demon-blooded servants, and all I ask in exchange is your prayers, obedience, and loyalty. Few others in the Demon City could offer you better comforts, and fewer still would be willing to do so. Are you not thankful?" Zinveka asked, outrage apparent in her voice.
The captive girl nodded fervently, smiling the whole time. "Of course, Lady Zinveka. I'm quite grateful for everything you've given me." There wasn't an iota of dishonesty in her tone, nor a shred of deceit in her features.
Zinveka gaped at the girl. She had expected pleas for mercy, lies of false loyalty, really anything but this! "Then why? Did someone put you up to this? Threaten you?"
"Oh no, of course not, Lady Zinveka, as if I would ever sell you out to someone else. That would be rude." the demon-blooded girl stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Then why did you try to kill me!?" the irate demon screamed.
"Because I want to become a citizen, of course." the girl stated, smiling happily.
"What? I... what? Fuck... just explain yourself." Zinveka said, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"Well, you see, it really did start with that chalcanth you gave me. I'm really grateful for that, because it's what made me wake up and realize the truth." the girl nodded, speaking as if she were preaching sage wisdom.
"And that truth is?" Zenvika asked, honestly curious.
"That life is not worth living without great sensations! The food and water you give us is enough to let us survive comfortably, but it's dreadfully bland. But the chalcanth? That was something else! It was the most interesting thing I'd ever tasted. Truly it was enlightening. How could I live knowing I might never experience something as grand as that again? And even if you might give me some again later, I would still have to content myself with the bland and boring things I was accustomed to.
"Quite honestly, I'd rather die than allow myself to live like that. I couldn't go back to how things where before, so I thought long and hard about it. Stealing things managed to sate my thirsts for a while, but it was just never enough. A bottle of wine one week, a romp with a consort the next, some stolen malice-nuts here and there... well, it was just too long for me to wait. So I figured there was only one solution - if I became a citizen, I could become rich and luxuriate in all kind of sensations whenever I wanted!"
Zinveka actually thought it made an odd sort of sense. Could she go back to the days when she was a serf, simply struggling to survive? Could she return to a life without luxury? Most certainly not. Not a single citizen she knew would willingly let go of one scrap of power or status. "I see. In short, you intended to pry my wealth and power from my cold, dead hands."
"Exactly! I knew you'd get it, Lady Zinveka. The strong rule the weak. Everyone knows that! If I wanted to become a citizen, I would first have to prove my strength. So how better to do that than by killing a citizen? Now, I'd have rather gone after someone else, but when would I have the opportunity? It's not like I can march into another citizen's home and murder them easily, right? So you were the obvious target. I needed to kill you and take everything that was yours. I'm dreadfully sorry that it makes us enemies, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. I had to do it, because even if I died in the attempt it would be better than living a boring life lacking in sensation." The girl's smile had turned slightly sad, but then she perked up again.
"Well then, I suppose you'll have to kill me now. Given I'm your enemy and I tried to murder you, it's not like you can let me live, right? It would be weakness to show me mercy for such an offense, so that's right out."
Zinveka frowned. Sad, but true. She was fond of the girl, but there was no helping it. "Yes, you'll have to die. It would be a poor example to the other servants if I let you live."
"Yup! Oh, I don't suppose you could have have tall, red, and muscular over there whip me to death? I'd like to die feeling strong sensations." She nodded at the Blood Ape holding the whip. "You know, if I get out of this somehow and make it big, would you like to become my torturer, big guy? I'll need a torturer, if I'm a citizen, after all. Every proper citizen has a torturer." The Erymanthoi chuckled in amusement.
"Fine, whatever, just try to pretend not to be enjoying it, will you? By the Scales of Oramus, I wash my hands of this madness." Zinveka sighed again. "Now if you'll excuse me..."
"No, I don't think so." A new, masculine voice stated with authority.
"Who dares...!?" Zenvika's objections died in her mouth as she turned around, seeing who the one who had entered her home uninvited was. Before her was a tall, half-naked man with eyes of brass and brass horns sticking out of the side of his head. He wore a loincloth of human skin and a headdress made of human hair, and blood was painted over his body. Zenvika bowed, fearing for her very existence. "Great Unquestionable, to what do I owe the honor of your presence?"
Hrotsvitha, the Spawning Forest, Ninth Soul of Isidoros, ignored the mere citizen. She was of no consequence to him, at least at this moment. Instead, he eyed the bound demon-blooded girl hanging upside down from the ceiling. He regarded her carefully, while she simply smiled back at him curiously.
"You smell of my blood. A daughter of mine, perhaps? Yes, I think so. I think I remember your mother - she had pretty eyes, and you have inherited them. Rutting with her was quite pleasant." Zenvika tried and failed at not gasping at the Spawning Forest's avatar's ponderings. She had just about put an Unquestionable's child to death? "It matters not, though. I have too many children for me to count. What is important is that you have been chosen."
He pointed to the demon of the first circle standing at his side, a beautiful huntress with skin of brass and pure white hair. "This one is Zarakynel, a favored servant of mine. Within her is a great power. You will accept this power, and you will use it to free the Yozis and all the demon race from their imprisonment. Do you understand, girl?"
The girl nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, yes, that sounds absolutely fantastic."
"Excellent, then let us..."
"But I would like to make one small request, if you wouldn't mind!" she proclaimed exuberantly. Everyone gaped in shock that the girl had dared to interrupt an Unquestionable. Even the musicians stopped playing, ever so briefly, before their fear of the Silent Wind demanded they continue.
Hrotsvitha simply took it in stride. "Very well, though you will spend the next day in a Punishment Sphere for your impudence."
"Well... that sounds fun!"
Hrotsvitha blinked. This girl confounded even him, apparently. "Name your condition." he commanded.
So she did.
Hrotsvitha burst out laughing. "Yes, you are my daughter, I think. You may have what you desire."
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She was a Peer of Malfeas! A Green Sun Princess! She had a palace filled with the finest luxuries the Demon City had to offer. Fine wines, fine foods, drugs, concoctions, concubines and consorts of all kinds! And it was hers, all hers for the rest of her days! Oh, sure, she had to work for it, but those who don't work don't eat, as they say.
She luxuriated at the feeling of the cushions she rested on, so soft and silky, as she watched the demon dancers perform for her.
"Oh! This is so delightful! I should bring one of them to bed with me tonight. Which should I choose? The male is delightfully muscular, but the female has a fine figure. Which to pick, which to pick..."
"My lady, you are still thinking like a servant. There is no reason you can't have both."
She gasped. How could she not think of something so obvious? "That's brilliant, Zarakynel! Why not have both?" She giggled with delight, and then took a sip from her glass of bone wine. It wasn't chalcanth, but it was delightful in its own way. Then she frowned. Something was off? What was it... and then it dawned on her. She looked over, and saw that Zenvika wasn't screaming anymore, even as her Erymanthoi torturer continued whipping her.
Getting up, she walked over to her captive Demjen. "What's the matter, Zenvika? Why aren't you screaming anymore? I know you're not dead."
"Please... PLEASE!" the tortured demon gasped. "Just... just end it."
"Now Zenvika, you know how this works, right? You and I are enemies, and you tried to have me killed. By whipping me to death, no less! I can't very well show mercy. That would show weakness, and any enemies I might have gained by attaining my new position would pounce on that. It just can't be allowed. You know that. But... well, I suppose just this once couldn't hurt."
Zenvika looked up, feeling hope for the first time in days. The Green Sun Princess had decided to show mercy. Her torment would end. But then she saw that her former servant had her finger on her lips, and was looking upward as if in thought on what to do next.
"Ah!" she clapped, smiling as an epiphany took hold. "I know just what to do. I've never had greater chalcanth before, and I'm sure you'll be able to slate my thirst for new sensations for a while!" She turned to her torturer. "Take her to a chalcanth brewer and have her distilled. Now, if you'll excuse me I just remembered that it's about time for my audience with Mighty Hegra. I wonder what she wants..."
The Blood Ape bowed. "It shall be done, Lady Slaanesh."
Name: Slaanesh
Epithets: She Who Thirsts
Age: ?? (Apparent Age: 17)
Motivation: To experience greater and greater sensations.
Urge: To cause unrest in Britannia by dragging nobles into public scandals. (Isidorite)
Caste: Fiend
Patron: Isidoros
Anima Banner: A laughing huntress cavorting through a forest of brass.
Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2, Charisma 3, Manipulation 3, Appearance 5, Perception 2, Intelligence 2, Wits 4
Virtues: Compassion 2, Conviction 5, Temperance 1, Valor 2
Abilities: Archery/Firearms 2, Awareness 3, Bureaucracy 1, Integrity 2, Larceny 3, Linguistics (Native: Old Realm, Malfean Dialect. Japanese, English) 2, Lore 1, Presence 3, Performance 2, Resistance 3, Socialize 2 (Demons 2), Survival 2 (Malfeas 1)
Backgrounds: Backing (Yozi) 1, Cult (Yozi) 1, Influence (Yozi) 1, Coadjutor (Zarakynel) 3, Mentor (Hrotsvitha) 5
Essence: 2
Willpower: 7
Traits from Unwoven Coadjutor: Her hair is pure white. (-0)
Charms
Isidoros
First Isidoros Excellency
Indomitable Hedonism Drive
Unbothered By Flies
Arousing Indelicate Passions
Raw Whimsy Diligence
Ebon Dragon
First Ebon Dragon Excellency
Cracked Shell Circumvention
Loom-Snarling Deception
Witness to Darkness
Our Little Secret
Hegra
First Hegra Excellency
Epithets: She Who Thirsts
Age: ?? (Apparent Age: 17)
Urge: To cause unrest in Britannia by dragging nobles into public scandals. (Isidorite)
Caste: Fiend
Patron: Isidoros
Anima Banner: A laughing huntress cavorting through a forest of brass.
Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2, Charisma 3, Manipulation 3, Appearance 5, Perception 2, Intelligence 2, Wits 4
Virtues: Compassion 2, Conviction 5, Temperance 1, Valor 2
Abilities: Archery/Firearms 2, Awareness 3, Bureaucracy 1, Integrity 2, Larceny 3, Linguistics (Native: Old Realm, Malfean Dialect. Japanese, English) 2, Lore 1, Presence 3, Performance 2, Resistance 3, Socialize 2 (Demons 2), Survival 2 (Malfeas 1)
Backgrounds: Backing (Yozi) 1, Cult (Yozi) 1, Influence (Yozi) 1, Coadjutor (Zarakynel) 3, Mentor (Hrotsvitha) 5
Essence: 2
Willpower: 7
Traits from Unwoven Coadjutor: Her hair is pure white. (-0)
Charms
Isidoros
First Isidoros Excellency
Indomitable Hedonism Drive
Unbothered By Flies
Arousing Indelicate Passions
Raw Whimsy Diligence
Ebon Dragon
First Ebon Dragon Excellency
Cracked Shell Circumvention
Loom-Snarling Deception
Witness to Darkness
Our Little Secret
Hegra
First Hegra Excellency
A/N - You may flee Creation now. I'd suggest Australia for the Wyld Zone, but Chaos won't be of much help to you here.
A/N 2 - As a member of the Fiend Caste, Lelouch is responsible for training her!
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- Location
- Wörms, the half continent
Good God! Everyone out of creation!Gentlemen! BEHOLD! I have made an INFERNAL! And it's 100% GM approved! *cackles maniacally*
A Hedonist's Ambition
*crack* "YES!" *crack* "AGAIN!" *crack* "MORE! MORE! MORE!"
"Enough." the Demjen commanded, sighing in frustration. "This clearly isn't having the intended effect."
"What!? No, don't stop!" the assumed victim cried out, struggling in her restraints as the Erymanthoi ceased whipping her. "You were just getting good! I never knew pain could be so... oh, what's the word I'm looking for? Ah! Exquisite! Yes, the pain was exquisite! Lady Zinveka, tell him to continue."
Zinveka, Citizen of Malfeas, rubbed her fingers against her temples as she sensed an oncoming migraine. "Where did I go wrong? You were always such a quiet girl, the most obedient of my demon-blooded servants. I give you one sip of chalcanth as a reward for your good service, and you've been misbehaving ever since. Breaking into the wine cellar, harassing my consorts, stealing my fresh malice-nuts. I'll have you know that you have to sacrifice an anuhle just to make the tree grow the damn things! And now you try to kill me? After everything I've done for you?"
Zinveka pointed at her angyalkae, who were playing fervently. "I provide you with music to keep the Silent Wind away." She pointed at the ceiling. "I provide you with shelter and light, so that the Night will not take your sense of self away and so that the heat of Great Ligier will not overburden you." She pointed to a window, outside of which was a garden. "I provide you with food so that you will not go hungry. And..." she pointed at the nymph bound in a rather uncomfortable position on top of a small pyramid, tears of pain endlessly coming from its eyes and flowing into a trough as the poor thing sobbed. "...I provide you with precious water, a rare commodity in the Demon City. Do you have any idea how many decades of effort it took me to capture a water elemental? Longer than you've been alive, I assure you.
"This and more I provide to you and all my demon-blooded servants, and all I ask in exchange is your prayers, obedience, and loyalty. Few others in the Demon City could offer you better comforts, and fewer still would be willing to do so. Are you not thankful?" Zinveka asked, outrage apparent in her voice.
The captive girl nodded fervently, smiling the whole time. "Of course, Lady Zinveka. I'm quite grateful for everything you've given me." There wasn't an iota of dishonesty in her tone, nor a shred of deceit in her features.
Zinveka gaped at the girl. She had expected pleas for mercy, lies of false loyalty, really anything but this! "Then why? Did someone put you up to this? Threaten you?"
"Oh no, of course not, Lady Zinveka, as if I would ever sell you out to someone else. That would be rude." the demon-blooded girl stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Then why did you try to kill me!?" the irate demon screamed.
"Because I want to become a citizen, of course." the girl stated, smiling happily.
"What? I... what? Fuck... just explain yourself." Zinveka said, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"Well, you see, it really did start with that chalcanth you gave me. I'm really grateful for that, because it's what made me wake up and realize the truth." the girl nodded, speaking as if she were preaching sage wisdom.
"And that truth is?" Zenvika asked, honestly curious.
"That life is not worth living without great sensations! The food and water you give us is enough to let us survive comfortably, but it's dreadfully bland. But the chalcanth? That was something else! It was the most interesting thing I'd ever tasted. Truly it was enlightening. How could I live knowing I might never experience something as grand as that again? And even if you might give me some again later, I would still have to content myself with the bland and boring things I was accustomed to.
"Quite honestly, I'd rather die than allow myself to live like that. I couldn't go back to how things where before, so I thought long and hard about it. Stealing things managed to sate my thirsts for a while, but it was just never enough. A bottle of wine one week, a romp with a consort the next, some stolen malice-nuts here and there... well, it was just too long for me to wait. So I figured there was only one solution - if I became a citizen, I could become rich and luxuriate in all kind of sensations whenever I wanted!"
Zinveka actually thought it made an odd sort of sense. Could she go back to the days when she was a serf, simply struggling to survive? Could she return to a life without luxury? Most certainly not. Not a single citizen she knew would willingly let go of one scrap of power or status. "I see. In short, you intended to pry my wealth and power from my cold, dead hands."
"Exactly! I knew you'd get it, Lady Zinveka. The strong rule the weak. Everyone knows that! If I wanted to become a citizen, I would first have to prove my strength. So how better to do that than by killing a citizen? Now, I'd have rather gone after someone else, but when would I have the opportunity? It's not like I can march into another citizen's home and murder them easily, right? So you were the obvious target. I needed to kill you and take everything that was yours. I'm dreadfully sorry that it makes us enemies, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. I had to do it, because even if I died in the attempt it would be better than living a boring life lacking in sensation." The girl's smile had turned slightly sad, but then she perked up again.
"Well then, I suppose you'll have to kill me now. Given I'm your enemy and I tried to murder you, it's not like you can let me live, right? It would be weakness to show me mercy for such an offense, so that's right out."
Zinveka frowned. Sad, but true. She was fond of the girl, but there was no helping it. "Yes, you'll have to die. It would be a poor example to the other servants if I let you live."
"Yup! Oh, I don't suppose you could have have tall, red, and muscular over there whip me to death? I'd like to die feeling strong sensations." She nodded at the Blood Ape holding the whip. "You know, if I get out of this somehow and make it big, would you like to become my torturer, big guy? I'll need a torturer, if I'm a citizen, after all. Every proper citizen has a torturer." The Erymanthoi chuckled in amusement.
"Fine, whatever, just try to pretend not to be enjoying it, will you? By the Scales of Oramus, I wash my hands of this madness." Zinveka sighed again. "Now if you'll excuse me..."
"No, I don't think so." A new, masculine voice stated with authority.
"Who dares...!?" Zenvika's objections died in her mouth as she turned around, seeing who the one who had entered her home uninvited was. Before her was a tall, half-naked man with eyes of brass and brass horns sticking out of the side of his head. He wore a loincloth of human skin and a headdress made of human hair, and blood was painted over his body. Zenvika bowed, fearing for her very existence. "Great Unquestionable, to what do I owe the honor of your presence?"
Hrotsvitha, the Spawning Forest, Ninth Soul of Isidoros, ignored the mere citizen. She was of no consequence to him, at least at this moment. Instead, he eyed the bound demon-blooded girl hanging upside down from the ceiling. He regarded her carefully, while she simply smiled back at him curiously.
"You smell of my blood. A daughter of mine, perhaps? Yes, I think so. I think I remember your mother - she had pretty eyes, and you have inherited them. Rutting with her was quite pleasant." Zenvika tried and failed at not gasping at the Spawning Forest's avatar's ponderings. She had just about put an Unquestionable's child to death? "It matters not, though. I have too many children for me to count. What is important is that you have been chosen."
He pointed to the demon of the first circle standing at his side, a beautiful huntress with skin of brass and pure white hair. "This one is Zarakynel, a favored servant of mine. Within her is a great power. You will accept this power, and you will use it to free the Yozis and all the demon race from their imprisonment. Do you understand, girl?"
The girl nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, yes, that sounds absolutely fantastic."
"Excellent, then let us..."
"But I would like to make one small request, if you wouldn't mind!" she proclaimed exuberantly. Everyone gaped in shock that the girl had dared to interrupt an Unquestionable. Even the musicians stopped playing, ever so briefly, before their fear of the Silent Wind demanded they continue.
Hrotsvitha simply took it in stride. "Very well, though you will spend the next day in a Punishment Sphere for your impudence."
"Well... that sounds fun!"
Hrotsvitha blinked. This girl confounded even him, apparently. "Name your condition." he commanded.
So she did.
Hrotsvitha burst out laughing. "Yes, you are my daughter, I think. You may have what you desire."
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She was a Peer of Malfeas! A Green Sun Princess! She had a palace filled with the finest luxuries the Demon City had to offer. Fine wines, fine foods, drugs, concoctions, concubines and consorts of all kinds! And it was hers, all hers for the rest of her days! Oh, sure, she had to work for it, but those who don't work don't eat, as they say.
She luxuriated at the feeling of the cushions she rested on, so soft and silky, as she watched the demon dancers perform for her.
"Oh! This is so delightful! I should bring one of them to bed with me tonight. Which should I choose? The male is delightfully muscular, but the female has a fine figure. Which to pick, which to pick..."
"My lady, you are still thinking like a servant. There is no reason you can't have both."
She gasped. How could she not think of something so obvious? "That's brilliant, Zarakynel! Why not have both?" She giggled with delight, and then took a sip from her glass of bone wine. It wasn't chalcanth, but it was delightful in its own way. Then she frowned. Something was off? What was it... and then it dawned on her. She looked over, and saw that Zenvika wasn't screaming anymore, even as her Erymanthoi torturer continued whipping her.
Getting up, she walked over to her captive Demjen. "What's the matter, Zenvika? Why aren't you screaming anymore? I know you're not dead."
"Please... PLEASE!" the tortured demon gasped. "Just... just end it."
"Now Zenvika, you know how this works, right? You and I are enemies, and you tried to have me killed. By whipping me to death, no less! I can't very well show mercy. That would show weakness, and any enemies I might have gained by attaining my new position would pounce on that. It just can't be allowed. You know that. But... well, I suppose just this once couldn't hurt."
Zenvika looked up, feeling hope for the first time in days. The Green Sun Princess had decided to show mercy. Her torment would end. But then she saw that her former servant had her finger on her lips, and was looking upward as if in thought on what to do next.
"Ah!" she clapped, smiling as an epiphany took hold. "I know just what to do. I've never had greater chalcanth before, and I'm sure you'll be able to slate my thirst for new sensations for a while!" She turned to her torturer. "Take her to a chalcanth brewer and have her distilled. Now, if you'll excuse me I just remembered that it's about time for my audience with Mighty Hegra. I wonder what she wants..."
The Blood Ape bowed. "It shall be done, Lady Slaanesh."
Name: Slaanesh
Epithets: She Who Thirsts
Age: ?? (Apparent Age: 17)
Motivation: To experience greater and greater sensations.
Urge: To cause unrest in Britannia by dragging nobles into public scandals. (Isidorite)
Caste: Fiend
Patron: Isidoros
Anima Banner: A laughing huntress cavorting through a forest of brass.
Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2, Charisma 3, Manipulation 3, Appearance 5, Perception 2, Intelligence 2, Wits 4
Virtues: Compassion 2, Conviction 5, Temperance 1, Valor 2
Abilities: Archery/Firearms 2, Awareness 3, Bureaucracy 1, Integrity 2, Larceny 3, Linguistics (Native: Old Realm, Malfean Dialect. Japanese, English) 2, Lore 1, Presence 3, Performance 2, Resistance 3, Socialize 2 (Demons 2), Survival 2 (Malfeas 1)
Backgrounds: Backing (Yozi) 1, Cult (Yozi) 1, Influence (Yozi) 1, Coadjutor (Zarakynel) 3, Mentor (Hrotsvitha) 5
Essence: 2
Willpower: 7
Traits from Unwoven Coadjutor: Her hair is pure white. (-0)
Charms
Isidoros
First Isidoros Excellency
Indomitable Hedonism Drive
Unbothered By Flies
Arousing Indelicate Passions
Raw Whimsy Diligence
Ebon Dragon
First Ebon Dragon Excellency
Cracked Shell Circumvention
Loom-Snarling Deception
Witness to Darkness
Our Little Secret
Hegra
First Hegra Excellency
A/N - You may flee Creation now. I'd suggest Australia for the Wyld Zone, but Chaos won't be of much help to you here.
A/N 2 - As a member of the Fiend Caste, Lelouch is responsible for training her!
Now, shouldn't Slannesh have demonic inheritance if she is the daughter of a third circle demon?
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meianmaru
The Devourer of Fiction
I just realized, we can't use the Malfeas Excellency.
This is a subtle sneak attack, and the
[X] Plan Pleasing to the Ebon Dragon
[X] Help the Lunar
-[X] Stunt: For the time being the enemy of your enemy is your friend, and its likely in both of your enlightened self-interest to work together. You draw your Hellcaster in one hand, while silently giving hand signals to the Dark Green Fangs. From your lofty position above the two combatants, you wait a few seconds until your target is turned away from you by the dance of death he is engaged in. Then you take aim and fire three shots at the unsuspecting Dragonblooded knight's back while he is distracted by dodging the Lunar's latest attacks. Five Anhules materialize in a circle around your foe and join the attack, while you draw a bead on the enemy for your next shot.
-[X] Actions: Draw weapon, command Anuhles, aim action for one turn, try a sneak attack with a gun. Don't flurry anything but the three attacks.
-[X] Charm Use for the sneak attack: First Ebon Dragon Excellency x 4, Ebon Dragon Inevitability Technique; 4m from Internal pool, 1 WP spent
-[X] Use Shadow Spite Curse to hinder the Dragon Blooded if absolutely needed, making his attacks less likely to hit the Lunar and or otherwise succeeding in his actions
-[X] Instructions for materialized Anuhles: Attack and don't let up. One or two should try to tie him up in melee while the rest attack at range. Switch them out as the fight continues to minimize damage due to his anima flux.
Edited the original stunt of Peanuckle slightly to fit TED and to hopefully give us a two-die stunt. Also added aiming as an explicit action and removed reloading our weapon part, as it has a clip with 15 bullets. Hopefully this is game-mechanically working plan.
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meianmaru
The Devourer of Fiction
Also, now that I have that plan posted, maybe I have the time to read Enjou's newest omake for-
Well. I think there was some video that should be linked/embeded in occasions like this-?
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A new... Infernal...
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Well. I think there was some video that should be linked/embeded in occasions like this-?
Ah. Now I remember.
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WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT! (Except for the delicious lulz, of course.)A/N 2 - As a member of the Fiend Caste, Lelouch is responsible for training her!
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Gentlemen! BEHOLD! I have made an INFERNAL! And it's 100% GM approved! *cackles maniacally*
A Hedonist's Ambition
*crack* "YES!" *crack* "AGAIN!" *crack* "MORE! MORE! MORE!"
"Enough." the Demjen commanded, sighing in frustration. "This clearly isn't having the intended effect."
"What!? No, don't stop!" the assumed victim cried out, struggling in her restraints as the Erymanthoi ceased whipping her. "You were just getting good! I never knew pain could be so... oh, what's the word I'm looking for? Ah! Exquisite! Yes, the pain was exquisite! Lady Zinveka, tell him to continue."
Zinveka, Citizen of Malfeas, rubbed her fingers against her temples as she sensed an oncoming migraine. "Where did I go wrong? You were always such a quiet girl, the most obedient of my demon-blooded servants. I give you one sip of chalcanth as a reward for your good service, and you've been misbehaving ever since. Breaking into the wine cellar, harassing my consorts, stealing my fresh malice-nuts. I'll have you know that you have to sacrifice an anuhle just to make the tree grow the damn things! And now you try to kill me? After everything I've done for you?"
Zinveka pointed at her angyalkae, who were playing fervently. "I provide you with music to keep the Silent Wind away." She pointed at the ceiling. "I provide you with shelter and light, so that the Night will not take your sense of self away and so that the heat of Great Ligier will not overburden you." She pointed to a window, outside of which was a garden. "I provide you with food so that you will not go hungry. And..." she pointed at the nymph bound in a rather uncomfortable position on top of a small pyramid, tears of pain endlessly coming from its eyes and flowing into a trough as the poor thing sobbed. "...I provide you with precious water, a rare commodity in the Demon City. Do you have any idea how many decades of effort it took me to capture a water elemental? Longer than you've been alive, I assure you.
"This and more I provide to you and all my demon-blooded servants, and all I ask in exchange is your prayers, obedience, and loyalty. Few others in the Demon City could offer you better comforts, and fewer still would be willing to do so. Are you not thankful?" Zinveka asked, outrage apparent in her voice.
The captive girl nodded fervently, smiling the whole time. "Of course, Lady Zinveka. I'm quite grateful for everything you've given me." There wasn't an iota of dishonesty in her tone, nor a shred of deceit in her features.
Zinveka gaped at the girl. She had expected pleas for mercy, lies of false loyalty, really anything but this! "Then why? Did someone put you up to this? Threaten you?"
"Oh no, of course not, Lady Zinveka, as if I would ever sell you out to someone else. That would be rude." the demon-blooded girl stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Then why did you try to kill me!?" the irate demon screamed.
"Because I want to become a citizen, of course." the girl stated, smiling happily.
"What? I... what? Fuck... just explain yourself." Zinveka said, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"Well, you see, it really did start with that chalcanth you gave me. I'm really grateful for that, because it's what made me wake up and realize the truth." the girl nodded, speaking as if she were preaching sage wisdom.
"And that truth is?" Zenvika asked, honestly curious.
"That life is not worth living without great sensations! The food and water you give us is enough to let us survive comfortably, but it's dreadfully bland. But the chalcanth? That was something else! It was the most interesting thing I'd ever tasted. Truly it was enlightening. How could I live knowing I might never experience something as grand as that again? And even if you might give me some again later, I would still have to content myself with the bland and boring things I was accustomed to.
"Quite honestly, I'd rather die than allow myself to live like that. I couldn't go back to how things where before, so I thought long and hard about it. Stealing things managed to sate my thirsts for a while, but it was just never enough. A bottle of wine one week, a romp with a consort the next, some stolen malice-nuts here and there... well, it was just too long for me to wait. So I figured there was only one solution - if I became a citizen, I could become rich and luxuriate in all kind of sensations whenever I wanted!"
Zinveka actually thought it made an odd sort of sense. Could she go back to the days when she was a serf, simply struggling to survive? Could she return to a life without luxury? Most certainly not. Not a single citizen she knew would willingly let go of one scrap of power or status. "I see. In short, you intended to pry my wealth and power from my cold, dead hands."
"Exactly! I knew you'd get it, Lady Zinveka. The strong rule the weak. Everyone knows that! If I wanted to become a citizen, I would first have to prove my strength. So how better to do that than by killing a citizen? Now, I'd have rather gone after someone else, but when would I have the opportunity? It's not like I can march into another citizen's home and murder them easily, right? So you were the obvious target. I needed to kill you and take everything that was yours. I'm dreadfully sorry that it makes us enemies, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. I had to do it, because even if I died in the attempt it would be better than living a boring life lacking in sensation." The girl's smile had turned slightly sad, but then she perked up again.
"Well then, I suppose you'll have to kill me now. Given I'm your enemy and I tried to murder you, it's not like you can let me live, right? It would be weakness to show me mercy for such an offense, so that's right out."
Zinveka frowned. Sad, but true. She was fond of the girl, but there was no helping it. "Yes, you'll have to die. It would be a poor example to the other servants if I let you live."
"Yup! Oh, I don't suppose you could have have tall, red, and muscular over there whip me to death? I'd like to die feeling strong sensations." She nodded at the Blood Ape holding the whip. "You know, if I get out of this somehow and make it big, would you like to become my torturer, big guy? I'll need a torturer, if I'm a citizen, after all. Every proper citizen has a torturer." The Erymanthoi chuckled in amusement.
"Fine, whatever, just try to pretend not to be enjoying it, will you? By the Scales of Oramus, I wash my hands of this madness." Zinveka sighed again. "Now if you'll excuse me..."
"No, I don't think so." A new, masculine voice stated with authority.
"Who dares...!?" Zenvika's objections died in her mouth as she turned around, seeing who the one who had entered her home uninvited was. Before her was a tall, half-naked man with eyes of brass and brass horns sticking out of the side of his head. He wore a loincloth of human skin and a headdress made of human hair, and blood was painted over his body. Zenvika bowed, fearing for her very existence. "Great Unquestionable, to what do I owe the honor of your presence?"
Hrotsvitha, the Spawning Forest, Ninth Soul of Isidoros, ignored the mere citizen. She was of no consequence to him, at least at this moment. Instead, he eyed the bound demon-blooded girl hanging upside down from the ceiling. He regarded her carefully, while she simply smiled back at him curiously.
"You smell of my blood. A daughter of mine, perhaps? Yes, I think so. I think I remember your mother - she had pretty eyes, and you have inherited them. Rutting with her was quite pleasant." Zenvika tried and failed at not gasping at the Spawning Forest's avatar's ponderings. She had just about put an Unquestionable's child to death? "It matters not, though. I have too many children for me to count. What is important is that you have been chosen."
He pointed to the demon of the first circle standing at his side, a beautiful huntress with skin of brass and pure white hair. "This one is Zarakynel, a favored servant of mine. Within her is a great power. You will accept this power, and you will use it to free the Yozis and all the demon race from their imprisonment. Do you understand, girl?"
The girl nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, yes, that sounds absolutely fantastic."
"Excellent, then let us..."
"But I would like to make one small request, if you wouldn't mind!" she proclaimed exuberantly. Everyone gaped in shock that the girl had dared to interrupt an Unquestionable. Even the musicians stopped playing, ever so briefly, before their fear of the Silent Wind demanded they continue.
Hrotsvitha simply took it in stride. "Very well, though you will spend the next day in a Punishment Sphere for your impudence."
"Well... that sounds fun!"
Hrotsvitha blinked. This girl confounded even him, apparently. "Name your condition." he commanded.
So she did.
Hrotsvitha burst out laughing. "Yes, you are my daughter, I think. You may have what you desire."
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She was a Peer of Malfeas! A Green Sun Princess! She had a palace filled with the finest luxuries the Demon City had to offer. Fine wines, fine foods, drugs, concoctions, concubines and consorts of all kinds! And it was hers, all hers for the rest of her days! Oh, sure, she had to work for it, but those who don't work don't eat, as they say.
She luxuriated at the feeling of the cushions she rested on, so soft and silky, as she watched the demon dancers perform for her.
"Oh! This is so delightful! I should bring one of them to bed with me tonight. Which should I choose? The male is delightfully muscular, but the female has a fine figure. Which to pick, which to pick..."
"My lady, you are still thinking like a servant. There is no reason you can't have both."
She gasped. How could she not think of something so obvious? "That's brilliant, Zarakynel! Why not have both?" She giggled with delight, and then took a sip from her glass of bone wine. It wasn't chalcanth, but it was delightful in its own way. Then she frowned. Something was off? What was it... and then it dawned on her. She looked over, and saw that Zenvika wasn't screaming anymore, even as her Erymanthoi torturer continued whipping her.
Getting up, she walked over to her captive Demjen. "What's the matter, Zenvika? Why aren't you screaming anymore? I know you're not dead."
"Please... PLEASE!" the tortured demon gasped. "Just... just end it."
"Now Zenvika, you know how this works, right? You and I are enemies, and you tried to have me killed. By whipping me to death, no less! I can't very well show mercy. That would show weakness, and any enemies I might have gained by attaining my new position would pounce on that. It just can't be allowed. You know that. But... well, I suppose just this once couldn't hurt."
Zenvika looked up, feeling hope for the first time in days. The Green Sun Princess had decided to show mercy. Her torment would end. But then she saw that her former servant had her finger on her lips, and was looking upward as if in thought on what to do next.
"Ah!" she clapped, smiling as an epiphany took hold. "I know just what to do. I've never had greater chalcanth before, and I'm sure you'll be able to slate my thirst for new sensations for a while!" She turned to her torturer. "Take her to a chalcanth brewer and have her distilled. Now, if you'll excuse me I just remembered that it's about time for my audience with Mighty Hegra. I wonder what she wants..."
The Blood Ape bowed. "It shall be done, Lady Slaanesh."
Name: Slaanesh
Epithets: She Who Thirsts
Age: ?? (Apparent Age: 17)
Motivation: To experience greater and greater sensations.
Urge: To cause unrest in Britannia by dragging nobles into public scandals. (Isidorite)
Caste: Fiend
Patron: Isidoros
Anima Banner: A laughing huntress cavorting through a forest of brass.
Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2, Charisma 3, Manipulation 3, Appearance 5, Perception 2, Intelligence 2, Wits 4
Virtues: Compassion 2, Conviction 5, Temperance 1, Valor 2
Abilities: Archery/Firearms 2, Awareness 3, Bureaucracy 1, Integrity 2, Larceny 3, Linguistics (Native: Old Realm, Malfean Dialect. Japanese, English) 2, Lore 1, Presence 3, Performance 2, Resistance 3, Socialize 2 (Demons 2), Survival 2 (Malfeas 1)
Backgrounds: Backing (Yozi) 1, Cult (Yozi) 1, Influence (Yozi) 1, Coadjutor (Zarakynel) 3, Mentor (Hrotsvitha) 5
Essence: 2
Willpower: 7
Traits from Unwoven Coadjutor: Her hair is pure white. (-0)
Charms
Isidoros
First Isidoros Excellency
Indomitable Hedonism Drive
Unbothered By Flies
Arousing Indelicate Passions
Raw Whimsy Diligence
Ebon Dragon
First Ebon Dragon Excellency
Cracked Shell Circumvention
Loom-Snarling Deception
Witness to Darkness
Our Little Secret
Hegra
First Hegra Excellency
A/N - You may flee Creation now. I'd suggest Australia for the Wyld Zone, but Chaos won't be of much help to you here.
A/N 2 - As a member of the Fiend Caste, Lelouch is responsible for training her!
Oh she is going to be fun for us to deal with. At least we get to see milly find out what it's like for normal peopel to deal with her.
Bursting onto the scene and emptying your gun's magazine in an overwhelming surprise attack isn't exactly subtle. Malfeas can surprise attack, so long as said attack isn't subtle. @Alexander89 can be the ultimate judge, though.
>_>A/N 2 - As a member of the Fiend Caste, Lelouch is responsible for training her!
Milly and Kaguya must never meet her. That is all.
I was reading it and I was going "Oh god, it's Infernal!Slannesh!"
...and then she actually turned out to be an Infernal named Slannesh.
I always pegged the Chaos Gods as closer to Raksha myself. That said, do not let her go Devil Tiger, we do not want an Eye of Terror to open up.
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frozenchicken
Does not have a custom title.
I'm not sure if Slaanesh's Urge can really be called Isidorite. Seems more like Hegra.
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meianmaru
The Devourer of Fiction
But having first observed the fight from stealth and then coordinating that attack silently with our minions before taking an action? I would say those actions very likely to invalidate Malfeas Excellencies.
Getting a Celestial Exaltation burned all of that out of her.
Here's Isidoros's urge:
Isidoros's urge is to cause anarchy, so an urge to sow dissent among the Britannian masses by showing them how corrupt their rulers are seems to fit to me.
Having observed the fight from stealth is irrelevant. That was the previous action, and was not being enhanced in any way. The actual attack itself is being enhanced.
I'm not certain that silent coordination to prepare for an overwhelming attack counts as subtle for the purposes of the Charm, especially considering the attack itself is intended to be overkill and to overwhelm the opponent. But again, it's better to ask the GM to confirm before splitting the vote.
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I find it amusing that we are being allowed to design the 50 other infernals we are going to be working with, and so far at least half of them are going to be extremely aggravating or difficult to work with.
Well yeah. It wouldn't be interesting/hilarious otherwise.
Noctum
Dual Paradox
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- Under the Skies Above
Exaltation burns out any prior mutations, blessings or innate inheritance the character has.
The way I've seen it ruled most often is that committed motes make you start glowing at the moment you commit them, but then it dies down as normal, so no we should be fine.
Stunts don't have to be, and in fact shouldn't be extremely elaborate. All that's required for a two dice stunt is that we take advantage of the rest of the scene in some way. The phrasing 'our lofty position above the combat' could be more specific, yes, but It should be fine as a two dice stunt. Now, by the RAW, it only talks about playing off the scene in terms of the environment, but I don't see any reason playing off other characters (in this case, the lunar and our pet demons) shouldn't count. At least, if we're using the stunt guidelines from 2e. 3e's guidelines are a little more strict, but stunts in general are more potent there as well, and mote regen has been decoupled from it, too, so there's that to consider.
The character is well-done, a refreshing change from the heroic underdogs we've all made thus far. However, I feel the name is just too much. I'm never going to be able to dissociate it from 40k and that'll bug me the entire time. It's like naming them Mark Twain; the name has such a previous attachment that you can't avoid confusing them.
That said, I wonder if this girl will get along well with Milly, or if she's too much even for our crazy friend.
ReaperofInterest
Herald of Disaster
Oh yes, that was completely intended. Took me a while to come up with such s perfect order, but I'm very happy with it.
Anyways, is the rest of the character sheet alright GM? I noticed that, for the most part, most of our Internals are actually pretty mentally stable. So, I decided to go with something different for our latest Defiler, and make her a girl with autism! To be precise, Asperger's Syndrome. It's characterized by great interest in a specific subject, which can change over time, lack if social skills, and general lack of awareness about things outside of your interests that you don't intentionally learn.
In this case, Manami is a socially unskilled woman who'll gladly walk away from a conversation doesn't interest her, and is close to being obsessed with finding out about magic. She won't intentionally hurt your feelings, and would prefer to avoid violence, but she might not notice your In distress unless it's relatively obvious.
The name is there to give you nightmares and so you never forget who inspired her. Deal with it!
Though she may need a less demon sounding name to blend in with the mortals of the human world, I suppose.
That said, she's not quite the Chaos God who inspired her, at least not yet. She's all about sensation and excess to be sure, but she's not going to go out of her way to torture innocent people for fun. Unless they're into that. She does understand the notion of preferences after all, even if she largely doesn't have any herself and will try pretty much anything to see what kind of sensation it gives. She will of course enjoy torturing someone if she has good cause to torture them, though. Her Conviction 5 isn't for show.
Yes.
Generally Milly will probably find her fun, but I imagine there will be moments of WTF that make Milly nervous due to Slaanesh being a mega-hedonist sadomasochist whose way of thinking is dictated by Malfean culture. Slaanesh-chan is going to be dealing with quite a bit of culture shock, really.
Alexander89
Pet the pretty kitty? Y/N
- Location
- Italy
He's not. Using Defense from Anathema Method I mean. He's using other means to boost his Soak.
From the uniform, Lelouch is assuming is a Knight serving under the Marquess.
I see. Well that's an interesting idea. Just a curiosity: how are the Abilities, like Melee 3, explained? Remains from period of weird interest? Or something she will have learned in the time between Exaltation and meeting Lelouch, like some other Infernals?
In any case +3 Xp for you.
A/N 2 - As a member of the Fiend Caste, Lelouch is responsible for training her!
And there's much more. I don't know if it was intentional or not, but Slaanesh-chan is actually a counterpart of Lelouch: he wears black, she wears white; they're both Fiend, with Malfeas and Isidoros as physical Yozi and Oramus and Hegra as madness/chaos Yozi. Even their Abilities resemble each other. They have different Motivations/Urges and methods, yes, but the difference will make the resemblance all the more obvious.
Think of it like the relation between Slaanesh and Tzeentch, with Lelouch being the latter.
And Lelouch will be taking the brunt of it, because everyone is gonna shove her on him. I have so much ideas for writing them *creepy laugh*
Oh, and +3 Xp for you Enjou.
EDIT: I finished rewriting The Sevenfold Scripture. Tell me what you think:
The Sevenfold Scripture
Cost: 5m; Mins: Essence 2; Type: Simple
Keywords: Combo-OK, Social, Sorcerous, Touch
Duration: One scene
Prerequisite Charms: Words That Twist Like Daggers
Oramus is a being unto itself, but needs must when he has to ensure others know and understand him. However, the Galleon Atop the Waves of Madness values his secrets greatly, and only gives them to the worthy. Upon activating this Charm the Infernal chooses a medium of communication: writing, dancing and singing are all valid examples. For the remaining of the scene, each time the Infernal performs the chosen medium she may select part of it, like a phrase or an image, and assign to it seven different meanings. Of those only one is true, while the others are false. The false ones are assumed to be completely innocuous by the Storyteller if the Infernal doesn't set them or specify what general type of false meaning is present. Only after going through the six false meanings and realizing they are untrue can someone reach the true seventh meaning.
Those that attempt to decode the hidden meanings must roll (Perception + Investigation) for each of them against a difficulty of 1 for the first meaning, 2 for the second meaning, 3 for the third meaning and so on. On failure they must roll also (Wits + Integrity) at a difficulty of (Infernal's Essence) against receiving a Delusion Derangement that the false meaning is true. It is said that a book written by such an Infernal is truly a Sevenfold Scripture, revealing the truths of the world piecemeal to the worthy ones.
A repurchase at Essence 4 allows the Green Sun Prince to embed the message itself into a living being. The Infernal touches the target as per the Touch keyword, rolling (Dexterity+Martial Arts) if the target is unwilling: upon contact the recipient of the seven hidden meanings is seared into the target's mind as a special six-points Derangement. Until the Derangement is removed the target can never forget the recipient and is forced to repeat or reproduce the recipient in some way that can be perceived by others at least once a day. This is considered Unnatural Mental Influence and costs 2 wp to resist.
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What about ping damage? At least a couple levels of damage should've gotten through by the time we stumbled upon the battle, and yet the DB looks completely untouched.