Heroes, Great and Mighty (Exalted x World of Darkness)
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Story Post 33
[x] Take the diplomatic approach.
"So, hi." Malcom greeted the spirit, trying to ignore the fumes of vehicle exhaust that was it's breath. "I'm Malcom, and I'm here to talk to you about your nice little... habitat you have going here." He said, gesturing to the spiritual construction yard.
He noticed he was getting some odd looks from Bart and Betty as he spoke, but wasn't certain why.
The spirit moved closer to get a better look at him, and spoke in a voice that was like metal warping and stone cracking. "Littttle human entttters my domain, and speakkkks his flattttery. Why should I notttt eatttt you, littttle human?" It said, coiling around him lazily.
"Well, my friends wouldn't take kindly to it." He said, glancing at the werewolves. The spirit followed his gaze and let out a laugh that sounded like a truck horn. "HA! Uratha are no threat tttto me! I will eatttt them as I eatttt you!"
"You would certainly make a good effort, but do you really think we would come here if we weren't sure of our ability to defend ourselves?" Malcom asked pointedly. "Let's all calm down and focus on something other than eating each other. Namely, your intensions to expand your territory in to the physical world."
"And whatttt of itttt?" The spirit ground out, looking more wary of the werewolves after Malcom had spoken. "Itttt is my rightttt tttto huntttt and kkkkill and feeeeeed."
"And so long as you keep yourself on this side of the Gauntlet, I have no problems with you doing so. But if you're going to try and enter the physical world, I'm obligated to try and stop you."
The spirit sneered at this, it's mechanical face twisting in displeasure. "I thinkkkk not littttle human. The children of Father Wolf may huntttt me, butttt I will eatttt you firstttt!" It said, it's snake-like maw opening wide as oil and gasoline dripped from it's jackhammer fangs.
Malcom let out a sigh. Basic manners didn't seem like they would work, and trying to continue like this seemed like it would only result in violence. He didn't expect to pull out his trump card so soon, but if he wanted to resolve this peacefully he didn't look like he had a better option.
"I'll probably give you indigestion." Malcom said, as his body erupted in golden fire. The construction spirit recoiled at the light, and the spiritual detritus of the construction yard began go flow away from Malcom, caught up in the winds of his divine fire. Any shadows present were snuffed out as the all-consuming sunlight emanating from Malcom suffused the area with a luminous glow, and even Bart and his pack stopped their prowling to stare.
"Like I said. Indigestion. Now do you want to try eating me or do we want to talk this out like civilized people?" Malcom said, staring down the spirit, who had slithered back away from him.
"You would unmakkkke me?" The spirit asked, all bravado gone.
"Not if I don't have to, and only if you insist on crossing the border between worlds." Malcom said, letting his fires extinguish. "I don't think I"m being unreasonable, you're free to expand your territory wherever you wish, just not in to the physical world."
The spirit was silent as it contemplated it's decision, before finally answering. "As you wish, Child of Helios. I will huntttt and within the cccconfines of the Hisil, until such ttttime that my hunger grows tttto sttttrong to remain here."
That was probably the best offer he was going to get. "Well, we'll burn that bridge when we get to it." He said.
The spirit said nothing, but slowly began to dissolve in to it's component parts. Earth, metal and machinery spilled out around them as the spirit retreated deeper in to it's territory, leaving Malcom and the others alone in the spiritual construction yard.
"So." Malcom said, turning to Bart. "That went better than expected, we good to go?" He asked as the others began to walk towards his position.
"Indeed." Davin said, looking pleased. "This was a resounding success. We should invite you on hunts more often." He said with a smile.
"What did you say to get it to back down?" Cody asked, looking impressed, but also trying not to show it. "You looked scary as hell when you lit up like that, but it couldn't have been everything."
"Uh, yeah." Bart said, looking uncertain. "I also want to know what happened. I couldn't understand a word you guys were saying."
"What do you mean? I was speaking normal english." Malcom asked, confused.
Bart shook his head. "No bro, you were not speaking english. Hell, you weren't even speaking Uremehir, the First Tongue." He clarified at a questioning look from Malcom.
Malcom felt lost. "I, I honestly don't know. Everything we said was perfect english to me."
"It wasn't to us." Betty said, having come over from where she had been standing. "There were parts that I almost understood. Like hearing a word that sounds english when someone is speaking latin, but whatever language you and the spirit were speaking, it wasn't Uremehir."
Malcom looked at the werewolves, the feeling of being lost growing. Everything he recalled from conversing with the spirit told him that they had spoken plain english. The spirit's intonation had been rough, but nothing that was unintelligible.
He thought back to the very first thing he had said to the sprit, and tried to look at the memory with a layer of detachment, to remember the words he had spoken from the point of view of an outsider.
The memory came to him in perfect clarity. He had approached the sprit, shooting off a snide remark to Bart in the process. When he had opened his mouth, the words that had formed his greeting were... were...
His head suddenly felt light, and disorientation took him as his memories betrayed his expectations. He had not spoken english. Whatever he had said, the sounds were all wrong, yet he understood them completely.
Where had that language come from? How did he know it? How did the spirit know it? Betty had said it sounded vaguely like the First Tongue, but whatever it was it, the language was so divorced from the language the werewovles understood that it was incomprehensible to them.
There was something there, something deeper that he couldn't quite reach. Under the memory of him speaking to the sprit was something hidden away, buried under an endless amount of mental clutter and half formed memories.
[] Try to follow the memories now.
[] Wait until you're somewhere safe.
"So, hi." Malcom greeted the spirit, trying to ignore the fumes of vehicle exhaust that was it's breath. "I'm Malcom, and I'm here to talk to you about your nice little... habitat you have going here." He said, gesturing to the spiritual construction yard.
He noticed he was getting some odd looks from Bart and Betty as he spoke, but wasn't certain why.
The spirit moved closer to get a better look at him, and spoke in a voice that was like metal warping and stone cracking. "Littttle human entttters my domain, and speakkkks his flattttery. Why should I notttt eatttt you, littttle human?" It said, coiling around him lazily.
"Well, my friends wouldn't take kindly to it." He said, glancing at the werewolves. The spirit followed his gaze and let out a laugh that sounded like a truck horn. "HA! Uratha are no threat tttto me! I will eatttt them as I eatttt you!"
"You would certainly make a good effort, but do you really think we would come here if we weren't sure of our ability to defend ourselves?" Malcom asked pointedly. "Let's all calm down and focus on something other than eating each other. Namely, your intensions to expand your territory in to the physical world."
"And whatttt of itttt?" The spirit ground out, looking more wary of the werewolves after Malcom had spoken. "Itttt is my rightttt tttto huntttt and kkkkill and feeeeeed."
"And so long as you keep yourself on this side of the Gauntlet, I have no problems with you doing so. But if you're going to try and enter the physical world, I'm obligated to try and stop you."
The spirit sneered at this, it's mechanical face twisting in displeasure. "I thinkkkk not littttle human. The children of Father Wolf may huntttt me, butttt I will eatttt you firstttt!" It said, it's snake-like maw opening wide as oil and gasoline dripped from it's jackhammer fangs.
Malcom let out a sigh. Basic manners didn't seem like they would work, and trying to continue like this seemed like it would only result in violence. He didn't expect to pull out his trump card so soon, but if he wanted to resolve this peacefully he didn't look like he had a better option.
"I'll probably give you indigestion." Malcom said, as his body erupted in golden fire. The construction spirit recoiled at the light, and the spiritual detritus of the construction yard began go flow away from Malcom, caught up in the winds of his divine fire. Any shadows present were snuffed out as the all-consuming sunlight emanating from Malcom suffused the area with a luminous glow, and even Bart and his pack stopped their prowling to stare.
"Like I said. Indigestion. Now do you want to try eating me or do we want to talk this out like civilized people?" Malcom said, staring down the spirit, who had slithered back away from him.
"You would unmakkkke me?" The spirit asked, all bravado gone.
"Not if I don't have to, and only if you insist on crossing the border between worlds." Malcom said, letting his fires extinguish. "I don't think I"m being unreasonable, you're free to expand your territory wherever you wish, just not in to the physical world."
The spirit was silent as it contemplated it's decision, before finally answering. "As you wish, Child of Helios. I will huntttt and within the cccconfines of the Hisil, until such ttttime that my hunger grows tttto sttttrong to remain here."
That was probably the best offer he was going to get. "Well, we'll burn that bridge when we get to it." He said.
The spirit said nothing, but slowly began to dissolve in to it's component parts. Earth, metal and machinery spilled out around them as the spirit retreated deeper in to it's territory, leaving Malcom and the others alone in the spiritual construction yard.
"So." Malcom said, turning to Bart. "That went better than expected, we good to go?" He asked as the others began to walk towards his position.
"Indeed." Davin said, looking pleased. "This was a resounding success. We should invite you on hunts more often." He said with a smile.
"What did you say to get it to back down?" Cody asked, looking impressed, but also trying not to show it. "You looked scary as hell when you lit up like that, but it couldn't have been everything."
"Uh, yeah." Bart said, looking uncertain. "I also want to know what happened. I couldn't understand a word you guys were saying."
"What do you mean? I was speaking normal english." Malcom asked, confused.
Bart shook his head. "No bro, you were not speaking english. Hell, you weren't even speaking Uremehir, the First Tongue." He clarified at a questioning look from Malcom.
Malcom felt lost. "I, I honestly don't know. Everything we said was perfect english to me."
"It wasn't to us." Betty said, having come over from where she had been standing. "There were parts that I almost understood. Like hearing a word that sounds english when someone is speaking latin, but whatever language you and the spirit were speaking, it wasn't Uremehir."
Malcom looked at the werewolves, the feeling of being lost growing. Everything he recalled from conversing with the spirit told him that they had spoken plain english. The spirit's intonation had been rough, but nothing that was unintelligible.
He thought back to the very first thing he had said to the sprit, and tried to look at the memory with a layer of detachment, to remember the words he had spoken from the point of view of an outsider.
The memory came to him in perfect clarity. He had approached the sprit, shooting off a snide remark to Bart in the process. When he had opened his mouth, the words that had formed his greeting were... were...
His head suddenly felt light, and disorientation took him as his memories betrayed his expectations. He had not spoken english. Whatever he had said, the sounds were all wrong, yet he understood them completely.
Where had that language come from? How did he know it? How did the spirit know it? Betty had said it sounded vaguely like the First Tongue, but whatever it was it, the language was so divorced from the language the werewovles understood that it was incomprehensible to them.
There was something there, something deeper that he couldn't quite reach. Under the memory of him speaking to the sprit was something hidden away, buried under an endless amount of mental clutter and half formed memories.
[] Try to follow the memories now.
[] Wait until you're somewhere safe.
WeylandSmith
Loose Cultivator
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- [Global State]
[X] Try to follow the memories now.
-[X] Warn them you are going to be distracted
-[X] Warn them you are going to be distracted
- Location
- Tarn-Vedra
[X] Try to follow the memories now.
-[X] Warn them you are going to be distracted
-[X] Warn them you are going to be distracted
[X] Wait until you're somewhere safe.
dragon
Ancalagon the Black
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[X] Wait until you're somewhere safe.
Don't the werewolves still work for the vampires? His friend certainly won't betray him but I doubt he has the strength to defend him if he's unconscious for a significant amount of time. The vampires are certainly watching their reluctant employees for treachery.
I don't think hiding in the spirit world while relying on a group of werewolves, who mostly don't know or trust him, to defend his body is a safe idea either.
I'd be worried about getting ditched in the spirit world or waking up in vampire custody.
Don't the werewolves still work for the vampires? His friend certainly won't betray him but I doubt he has the strength to defend him if he's unconscious for a significant amount of time. The vampires are certainly watching their reluctant employees for treachery.
I don't think hiding in the spirit world while relying on a group of werewolves, who mostly don't know or trust him, to defend his body is a safe idea either.
I'd be worried about getting ditched in the spirit world or waking up in vampire custody.
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Skelethin
Barebones Writer
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It's less the werewolves work for the vampires and more the werewolves provide a useful service and promise to not meddle in vampire politics.
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
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[X] Wait until you're somewhere safe.
Story Post 34
[x] Try to follow the memories now.
"Hold on, give me a moment, I think I might be remembering something." Malcom said, trying to focus on the not-memories that were buried under his recollections.
"Remembering what?" Bart asked, giving Malcom a look of concern.
"I don't know. I remember... something, but it's not really my memory." Malcom said, closing his eyes in concentration. "Just wait a moment, let me think."
They complied, falling in to silence as Malcom continued to probe the recesses of his mind, following the trail that started with his memories of the spirit and his command of a language he never learned.
Where had he learned that language? Who had taught it to him? Asking these questions slowly formed an image in his mind, and caused it to come in to greater and greater clarity. Something draconic, massive in scope and scale, and blazing with golden fire -
- - -
The Hundred Tiger smashed in to the ground with an impact that leveled the trees, yowling and screaming as his Daiklave bit deep in to it's neck, spilling the behemoth's blood in rivers of molten ichor. It tried to exhale it's poisonous breath, drenching the environment in a miasma that rotted trees and bleached the ground, but Third Sage in Readiness had cast her spell from her position on his shoulder in her rabbit form, surrounding him in a sphere of water that shrugged off the assault.
Taking a deep breath, he dropped his daiklave and and lunged for the Hundred Tiger's neck when Third Sage released her spell. His arms were barely large enough to grab even a quarter of the behemoth's neck, but it writhed and struggled as though he had encircled it completely, it's struggles only coming to a halt when the life had been choked out of it.
- - -
"How fares the North?" He asked, as he examined the war table in front of him.
"Poorly." Third Sage said. "Foas-Ah and his men were routed by Octavian and Mara's joint forces. They've managed to weaponize the storms and bury them under a mile of ice."
He let out a sign. "We'll need to find a way to neutralize it then. Securing the Pole of Air is pivotal to the next step in the plan."
- - -
"Careful."
"I've got it."
"Just take your time."
"I've got it."
"No pressure, just relax."
"I've got it!"
The twang of a bow rang out, and five miles down range the head of the enemy commander exploded in to red mist, signaling their allies to begin their assault.
"THERE!" Blooming Cloud shouted as she rounded on him in her fury, a ring of gold burning on her brow. "I told you I fucking had it!"
- - -
Whoever said that keeping thirty Dragon-Blooded in line during a cease-fire would be easy was a goddamned idiot.
- - -
Blooming Cloud was fast becoming his new favorite, much to Third Sage's delight.
"She makes things so much easier." The sorceress said as they shared a moment of gossip in the command tent. "I cannot express how grateful I am that you were able to convince her to join us."
"I thank the Unconquered Sun that we found her when we did. If we had arrived a minute later, she would have been gone without a trace."
A polite cough alerted them to the fact that they had company. Han-Un stood at the entryway, his distinctive yellow-rimmed starlight eyes made him stand out from his other lieutenants.
"General, we've received word that Foas-Ah was successful in securing the Starmetal reserves we needed."
Third Sage looked she had just been told she was getting two birthdays this year. "Excellent. Commander, tell the troops that we'll be moving to fortify Foas-Ah's position within the next few days." She said.
"As you command, Madam Sage." Han-Un said.
"You never did tell me why you want so much Starmetal." He said after Han-Un had left.
"Well you see, Starmetal is closely tied with Fate and Destiny, which is why the Sidereal's prefer it, however it has other useful properties, such as -"
He regretted asking and resigned himself to another of Third Sage's joyful lectures.
- - -
The stars were falling, Fate was being undone and the fabric of reality was starting to unravel.
"It was a trap!" Shouted Blooming Cloud, her Jade Bow launching thunderbolts for ever arrow she loosed at the demonic hoards in front of them.
"We need to get out of here now or else we'll be thrown out of Creation itself!" Third Sage said, trying to rally their remaining troops and carve a path through the snow.
Alveua had managed to defeat Foas-Ah and send a falsified report. Instead of the raw material waiting for them when they had arrived, they had found a massive contraption that Alveua had forged from it that was twisting causality itself in to knots.
Amber and blood-red light began to saturate the area, and he could feel space beginning to collapse in on itself. He knew in an instant that they wouldn't have time to evacuate everyone in time.
"Bloom! Sage! Get to cover!" He shouted, hurling his Daikalave as hard as he could at the machine. The force of the blow cracked the protective casing, giving him the opening he needed.
Calling on all his might, he leapt over the heads of the opposing legion and crashed in to the Starmetal machine, knocking it off it's axis. The world lurched as space reoriented itself along with the machine, but he kept a firm grip on the casing and began to hammer it as hard as he could.
Blooming Cloud and Third Sage were both shouting, but he couldn't hear them over the noises the machine was making. Han-Un had begun casting a spell, though what kind he couldn't tell which it was.
The walls of Time cracked as he battered the machine, it's energies running wild. He could feel it tearing him apart with it's wild fluctuations of power, but he didn't stop his assault. He had to destroy it before the whole area was cast out of time.
Something broke. Something fundamental, a barrier that was never meant to be undone had been cracked by the machine, and he and it fell through it, disappearing from the face of Creation forevermore, his broken and destroyed body a small price to pay for his victory.
When he next woke up, he was being attacked by a woman with fangs in her mouth and his blood on her lips.
End Chapter 2
"Hold on, give me a moment, I think I might be remembering something." Malcom said, trying to focus on the not-memories that were buried under his recollections.
"Remembering what?" Bart asked, giving Malcom a look of concern.
"I don't know. I remember... something, but it's not really my memory." Malcom said, closing his eyes in concentration. "Just wait a moment, let me think."
They complied, falling in to silence as Malcom continued to probe the recesses of his mind, following the trail that started with his memories of the spirit and his command of a language he never learned.
Where had he learned that language? Who had taught it to him? Asking these questions slowly formed an image in his mind, and caused it to come in to greater and greater clarity. Something draconic, massive in scope and scale, and blazing with golden fire -
- - -
The Hundred Tiger smashed in to the ground with an impact that leveled the trees, yowling and screaming as his Daiklave bit deep in to it's neck, spilling the behemoth's blood in rivers of molten ichor. It tried to exhale it's poisonous breath, drenching the environment in a miasma that rotted trees and bleached the ground, but Third Sage in Readiness had cast her spell from her position on his shoulder in her rabbit form, surrounding him in a sphere of water that shrugged off the assault.
Taking a deep breath, he dropped his daiklave and and lunged for the Hundred Tiger's neck when Third Sage released her spell. His arms were barely large enough to grab even a quarter of the behemoth's neck, but it writhed and struggled as though he had encircled it completely, it's struggles only coming to a halt when the life had been choked out of it.
- - -
"How fares the North?" He asked, as he examined the war table in front of him.
"Poorly." Third Sage said. "Foas-Ah and his men were routed by Octavian and Mara's joint forces. They've managed to weaponize the storms and bury them under a mile of ice."
He let out a sign. "We'll need to find a way to neutralize it then. Securing the Pole of Air is pivotal to the next step in the plan."
- - -
"Careful."
"I've got it."
"Just take your time."
"I've got it."
"No pressure, just relax."
"I've got it!"
The twang of a bow rang out, and five miles down range the head of the enemy commander exploded in to red mist, signaling their allies to begin their assault.
"THERE!" Blooming Cloud shouted as she rounded on him in her fury, a ring of gold burning on her brow. "I told you I fucking had it!"
- - -
Whoever said that keeping thirty Dragon-Blooded in line during a cease-fire would be easy was a goddamned idiot.
- - -
Blooming Cloud was fast becoming his new favorite, much to Third Sage's delight.
"She makes things so much easier." The sorceress said as they shared a moment of gossip in the command tent. "I cannot express how grateful I am that you were able to convince her to join us."
"I thank the Unconquered Sun that we found her when we did. If we had arrived a minute later, she would have been gone without a trace."
A polite cough alerted them to the fact that they had company. Han-Un stood at the entryway, his distinctive yellow-rimmed starlight eyes made him stand out from his other lieutenants.
"General, we've received word that Foas-Ah was successful in securing the Starmetal reserves we needed."
Third Sage looked she had just been told she was getting two birthdays this year. "Excellent. Commander, tell the troops that we'll be moving to fortify Foas-Ah's position within the next few days." She said.
"As you command, Madam Sage." Han-Un said.
"You never did tell me why you want so much Starmetal." He said after Han-Un had left.
"Well you see, Starmetal is closely tied with Fate and Destiny, which is why the Sidereal's prefer it, however it has other useful properties, such as -"
He regretted asking and resigned himself to another of Third Sage's joyful lectures.
- - -
The stars were falling, Fate was being undone and the fabric of reality was starting to unravel.
"It was a trap!" Shouted Blooming Cloud, her Jade Bow launching thunderbolts for ever arrow she loosed at the demonic hoards in front of them.
"We need to get out of here now or else we'll be thrown out of Creation itself!" Third Sage said, trying to rally their remaining troops and carve a path through the snow.
Alveua had managed to defeat Foas-Ah and send a falsified report. Instead of the raw material waiting for them when they had arrived, they had found a massive contraption that Alveua had forged from it that was twisting causality itself in to knots.
Amber and blood-red light began to saturate the area, and he could feel space beginning to collapse in on itself. He knew in an instant that they wouldn't have time to evacuate everyone in time.
"Bloom! Sage! Get to cover!" He shouted, hurling his Daikalave as hard as he could at the machine. The force of the blow cracked the protective casing, giving him the opening he needed.
Calling on all his might, he leapt over the heads of the opposing legion and crashed in to the Starmetal machine, knocking it off it's axis. The world lurched as space reoriented itself along with the machine, but he kept a firm grip on the casing and began to hammer it as hard as he could.
Blooming Cloud and Third Sage were both shouting, but he couldn't hear them over the noises the machine was making. Han-Un had begun casting a spell, though what kind he couldn't tell which it was.
The walls of Time cracked as he battered the machine, it's energies running wild. He could feel it tearing him apart with it's wild fluctuations of power, but he didn't stop his assault. He had to destroy it before the whole area was cast out of time.
Something broke. Something fundamental, a barrier that was never meant to be undone had been cracked by the machine, and he and it fell through it, disappearing from the face of Creation forevermore, his broken and destroyed body a small price to pay for his victory.
When he next woke up, he was being attacked by a woman with fangs in her mouth and his blood on her lips.
End Chapter 2
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LinkOnScepter
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....So, we're a Solar who was fighting what I'm guessing is an Infernal, that manged to create a device that alters causality itself.
Things were going poorly, so we did the thing that most Solars do when things go poorly: Throw a Daikalave at the problem. When that didn't work, we went with the second thing: Punch the shit out of it.
We destroyed the machine, but it sent our soul into the WoD, and we fused with Malcolm just when he was getting fed on by that Harpy.
.....Sounds perfectly like Exalted.
Things were going poorly, so we did the thing that most Solars do when things go poorly: Throw a Daikalave at the problem. When that didn't work, we went with the second thing: Punch the shit out of it.
We destroyed the machine, but it sent our soul into the WoD, and we fused with Malcolm just when he was getting fed on by that Harpy.
.....Sounds perfectly like Exalted.