Baughn
Healing-type writer
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No, I'm absolutely aware of that. I'm just figuring out the nonstandard use of the "soul" term.Fiach McCarthy said:
Memoirs of a Human Flashlight Thread 2: Now with more Arguments! [Exalted/Worm]
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Only human souls, because that is how the Exaltations were designed.Kalaong said:
Baughn
Healing-type writer
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Fairly badass people, for a loose definition of "people". It's not clear to me that the soul has anything to do with it beyond an initial filter.Kalaong said:
By my understanding, it is possible for normal human souls to upgrade themselves to heroic souls (often in the same sort of circumstances that can result in an Exaltation), so the only real lockout is that non-human souls are not allowed.Kalaong said:
greensun
You shall all burn beneath my light!!!
Anyone one can be an Exalted, if they fufil the required acts of heroism. A young boy picking up a field sythe to fight of a band of raiders led by a DB is just as equal to a Mortal General challenging a Dusk to single combat in the eyes of the Exaltion, it just a a matter of timing.Kalaong said:
That's not actually a part of the soul. Exaltations tend to look for candidates whom are both suited for wielding the power they grant and willing. And it doesn't check for morality, only personality and physical fitness. In case the latter atleast is insufficient it's not unknown for the Exaltation to correct the problem.Kalaong said:
Autochthon wasn't directly involved in the creation of humanity, incidentally. He built the Clay Man, which the other Primordials ripped apart and used as a blueprint for humanity.Doomsought said:
SemiSaneAuthor
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... There are no words in any language of man or beast to describe the level of stupidity to try that.Stormseed said:
Is the Solar willing? Because if not, than yeah, that is a fantastically bad idea.Kalaong said:
Kylar
In Training Forever
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Hence me waffling like hell. It's unlikely, but given exaltation criteria (ei, fuzzy as hell outside very general themes) its very well possible, maybe even probable, given Alchemicals. And it leaves open some more of the traditional reincarnation plothooks/stories, and more ways to hang plothooks are always good.CircleTheSkies said:
Maybe? Sorry to be so waffley here, but this has always been left rather ambiguous. Deliberately, I should add. It does appear as though there certain... trends across multiple lives. Least wise, that's the entire bias for the Octet's soul based caste system: they go over your past lives records when your born, and assign you a caste based on those. Heroism over multiple lives marks your soul as a possibility to catalyze an Alchemical (An important side note: souls used to catalyze an Alchemical and then catalyze another after the firsts death retain no memories from those Alchemical lives, only from mortal ones). Exaltations share similar characteristics, as certain Exaltations may have shared 'quirk' amongst the people it selects (Continous Sword's tendancy to die a lot, Gorol's towards Infernalism). Its entirely possible that certain Exaltations tend to select similar people over time (note: definitely not all, or even most).Baughn said:
Sorry, but your asking about an area that was left as hazy as possible so people could make the characters they wanted to. In general your right though. Keep in mind exceptions and oddballs exist, however.
Arthur Hansen
Author of no Authority.
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I'm pretty sure that the hyperbole of the one Primordial stating she destroyed 90% of Creation with one attack is going to be very quietly debunked in 3e. Yeah, creation is smaller, but it's not that much smaller, IIRC.Golden Lark said:
But on to more important things!
A lot more than four billion. There's a permanent portal open to Earth Aleph, remember - big enough to send information, should carry souls too. And if Doormaker ever opens a portal they should flow through, not to mention any of the other powers (Scrub comes to mind, there'll be other powers of the same ilk) which might touch on alternate inhabited realities.
My take on it is that while memories are usually cleaned off(unless backed up on some other hardware like an Exaltation or meat brain), souls retain consistent personalities and qualities, which can be built up or worn away by their life experience. A heroic person's reincarnations would generally speaking, do heroic things, unless their new incarnation's formative years managed to suppress that. It also means that quite often, Exaltations would be attracted to the same soul making the rounds once more, because it'd have similar qualities to what that particular exaltation likes.Kylar said:
Do it!Mechworks said:
Funny thought about the political shenanigans going on in Yu-Shan:
The God of Slavery was usually much more powerful than the God of Abolition. The latter was usually the victim of constant audits and bullying.
Now he gets a boost of all the Earths were slavery is not only forbidden, but seen as abhorrent.
And he has much more people with that belief than the God of Slavery has slaves to counter it.
The God of Slavery was usually much more powerful than the God of Abolition. The latter was usually the victim of constant audits and bullying.
Now he gets a boost of all the Earths were slavery is not only forbidden, but seen as abhorrent.
And he has much more people with that belief than the God of Slavery has slaves to counter it.
The nature of reincarnation is totally different in Creation and Autocthonia, so you can't use one as a guide to the other.
In Creation, when people take their first breath, they get assigned a recycled Hun soul (of a newly created one if there are none waiting in Lethe) and a new Po soul is generated for them. When they die, their souls split into their two component parts, with the Po soul hanging around the body until it gets disintegrated by sunlight, while the Hun soul goes to the underworld or to Lethe.
In Autochtonia, when you're born, you get granted a recycled Hun and Po soul. You then have a soul stone implanted and your identity is cross-referenced with the archives. When you die your soul stone is removed, and a thaumaturgical ritual used to send the conjoined soul inside to Autocthon for reassignment.
There is no Lethe in Autocthonia, instead, a different method is used to suppress memories below conscious recollection, rather than wipe them. As a result of that, and that you have the same Po soul as your predecessor, there is much greater continuity of identity between incarnations there, in contrast to Creation.
In Creation, when people take their first breath, they get assigned a recycled Hun soul (of a newly created one if there are none waiting in Lethe) and a new Po soul is generated for them. When they die, their souls split into their two component parts, with the Po soul hanging around the body until it gets disintegrated by sunlight, while the Hun soul goes to the underworld or to Lethe.
In Autochtonia, when you're born, you get granted a recycled Hun and Po soul. You then have a soul stone implanted and your identity is cross-referenced with the archives. When you die your soul stone is removed, and a thaumaturgical ritual used to send the conjoined soul inside to Autocthon for reassignment.
There is no Lethe in Autocthonia, instead, a different method is used to suppress memories below conscious recollection, rather than wipe them. As a result of that, and that you have the same Po soul as your predecessor, there is much greater continuity of identity between incarnations there, in contrast to Creation.
Golden Lark
The First Fiction User
Excellence 2.3.3
There is a point between wakefulness and sleep that is never truly remembered. As the primary worries of the day fade away, the last few desperate concerns flare themselves out and insert themselves into the spot that would allow them to be processed by dreams.
Or at least, that might be how it works for mere mortals.
Even as consciousness fades, the body and the soul respire. The Chosen of the Sun do not need to suffer the choking, alien landscapes of other realms as their lessers do. With tonight's mental exercises regarding cold, calculating machines- stringently programmed systems that act in a proper way, certain reflexes and assumptions resonated within Taylor's soul.
With her last partially conscious breath, she invoked a new (old) power. The nature of another place filled her dorm room and overrode the paltry physics of the surrounding world.
For one hour she absorbed this ambient nature as was her right, making up for the expenditure.
For the next four hours she was respiring the fading traces of that power, gaining a bit more more than she had spent.
Her final three hours of sleep were as unfulfilling as the previous nights since she gained her power. She would wake up with a refreshed body and mind, but her soul would still thirst and no dreams would come.
Just, this time, it would thirst a bit less than all the nights before.
[***]
I awoke to a pounding on my door.
Thoughts of felonies overwhelmed me before I looked at the clock and realized it was about time for me to wake up anyway. Groaning as I got up, I wasn't quite awake enough to understand what Dennis was yelling; just that it was Dennis doing the yelling.
Which, on review, was unusual enough to jolt me to consciousness completely; if this was frivolous he'd know I'd get him back for it. He wouldn't risk it unless the prank was priceless.
And if the tone was any indication he wasn't screwing around. I slipped into some shorts and a shirt and opened the door. Clockblocker faced me as
"-et up before this gets any- oh good morning, Sunshine," he cut off while looking me in my (probably bleary) face. "You don't look like you've been hearing what I've been saying."
I gave him a shake of my head.
"Video of you leaked to the net last night. Your official public debut and introduction is being pushed ahead of schedule; in other words, it's at noon today. Suit up and get to PR, they'll give you a go-over and then have you memorizing some lame crap."
I could feel my eyes widening. Clockblocker's blank faceplate tilted slightly.
"Good, you can still be caught off guard. If you were too perfect I was going to have to consider early retirement!"
Wait, was this a joke?
My next expression must have shown as he jumped backwards a bit.
"No, no, I'm dead serious! My luxurious and beautiful hair isn't shown off when I'm suited up; I figured you'd appreciate the extra prep time before you would have gotten around to checking your messages. Girls, and all."
I weighed the mildly sexist snark against the sheer utility of the extra 20 or so minutes he had just bought me. They didn't even compare.
"Thanks." I nodded and closed the door in his face, then turned to my makeshift vanity.
It didn't take me that much time to suit up and make sure every hair was in place; the "airbrushing" kind of helped a lot in that regard. I was primping and preening not to simply look good or attract anyone; I was trying to look strong. Strong in the sense of untouchable. Alexandria's projected image fed into that as much as her trading of blows with the Endbringers.
A quick glance down at the costume (Damn you, Chambers!) had me stopping on the heels.
Heels. Thick, boot heels, but still heels. On a combat suit.
My memories of the fight on the stage flitted through my mind. At any point was I inconvenienced? Did I even notice they were there?
I blinked when I realized I was sporting a small smile. No. No, they hadn't impeded me in the slightest. Missy will probably hit me once she learns about it.
I almost floated out into the hallway after thinking about it for a moment. Not even Alexandria could project that with her image.
I might truly have the most bullshit superpower of all.
There is a point between wakefulness and sleep that is never truly remembered. As the primary worries of the day fade away, the last few desperate concerns flare themselves out and insert themselves into the spot that would allow them to be processed by dreams.
Or at least, that might be how it works for mere mortals.
Even as consciousness fades, the body and the soul respire. The Chosen of the Sun do not need to suffer the choking, alien landscapes of other realms as their lessers do. With tonight's mental exercises regarding cold, calculating machines- stringently programmed systems that act in a proper way, certain reflexes and assumptions resonated within Taylor's soul.
With her last partially conscious breath, she invoked a new (old) power. The nature of another place filled her dorm room and overrode the paltry physics of the surrounding world.
For one hour she absorbed this ambient nature as was her right, making up for the expenditure.
For the next four hours she was respiring the fading traces of that power, gaining a bit more more than she had spent.
Her final three hours of sleep were as unfulfilling as the previous nights since she gained her power. She would wake up with a refreshed body and mind, but her soul would still thirst and no dreams would come.
Just, this time, it would thirst a bit less than all the nights before.
[***]
I awoke to a pounding on my door.
Thoughts of felonies overwhelmed me before I looked at the clock and realized it was about time for me to wake up anyway. Groaning as I got up, I wasn't quite awake enough to understand what Dennis was yelling; just that it was Dennis doing the yelling.
Which, on review, was unusual enough to jolt me to consciousness completely; if this was frivolous he'd know I'd get him back for it. He wouldn't risk it unless the prank was priceless.
And if the tone was any indication he wasn't screwing around. I slipped into some shorts and a shirt and opened the door. Clockblocker faced me as
"-et up before this gets any- oh good morning, Sunshine," he cut off while looking me in my (probably bleary) face. "You don't look like you've been hearing what I've been saying."
I gave him a shake of my head.
"Video of you leaked to the net last night. Your official public debut and introduction is being pushed ahead of schedule; in other words, it's at noon today. Suit up and get to PR, they'll give you a go-over and then have you memorizing some lame crap."
I could feel my eyes widening. Clockblocker's blank faceplate tilted slightly.
"Good, you can still be caught off guard. If you were too perfect I was going to have to consider early retirement!"
Wait, was this a joke?
My next expression must have shown as he jumped backwards a bit.
"No, no, I'm dead serious! My luxurious and beautiful hair isn't shown off when I'm suited up; I figured you'd appreciate the extra prep time before you would have gotten around to checking your messages. Girls, and all."
I weighed the mildly sexist snark against the sheer utility of the extra 20 or so minutes he had just bought me. They didn't even compare.
"Thanks." I nodded and closed the door in his face, then turned to my makeshift vanity.
It didn't take me that much time to suit up and make sure every hair was in place; the "airbrushing" kind of helped a lot in that regard. I was primping and preening not to simply look good or attract anyone; I was trying to look strong. Strong in the sense of untouchable. Alexandria's projected image fed into that as much as her trading of blows with the Endbringers.
A quick glance down at the costume (Damn you, Chambers!) had me stopping on the heels.
Heels. Thick, boot heels, but still heels. On a combat suit.
My memories of the fight on the stage flitted through my mind. At any point was I inconvenienced? Did I even notice they were there?
I blinked when I realized I was sporting a small smile. No. No, they hadn't impeded me in the slightest. Missy will probably hit me once she learns about it.
I almost floated out into the hallway after thinking about it for a moment. Not even Alexandria could project that with her image.
I might truly have the most bullshit superpower of all.
Yup, Clockblocker was right. Wasting precious awesomesauce on Hotness. 
Bullshit powers, check.
Bullshit powers, check.
Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
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I just realized I hadn't followed this yet.
In other news, is nobody going to wonder what happened in her sleep?
In other news, is nobody going to wonder what happened in her sleep?
Weren't we just talking about Chaos-Repelling Pattern?Ridiculously Average Guy said:
I figured she unconsciously activated that Charm before falling completely asleep, and spent the next eight or so hours soaking in motes.
I figured she used Chaos-Repelling Pattern to briefly make her room Creation-like, allowing her to respire Essence and recharge.Ridiculously Average Guy said:
Giygas
Cutest Sawk i could find. Lucario is a nice extra.
Because Breaker powers exist? Okay, it is a bit improbable for the Protectorate base to have every room full of sensors to catch any breaking of Physics, but i expect she will discover sooner or later that she have a new power and then she will try to discover what she got.Stroth said:
Golden Lark
The First Fiction User
I just explained what Chaos Repelling Pattern would do a couple posts up. Here's what happened:
She invoked it on the cusp of sleep.
She respired 8 motes over the first hour to make up for the expenditure. The charm ended.
She got an additional 12 motes over the next four hours from the rapidly evaporating essence. Half regen rate.
Then she had three more hours of no further mote-regen sleep.
She invoked it on the cusp of sleep.
She respired 8 motes over the first hour to make up for the expenditure. The charm ended.
She got an additional 12 motes over the next four hours from the rapidly evaporating essence. Half regen rate.
Then she had three more hours of no further mote-regen sleep.