azoicennead
Overly-Affectionate Zombie Squad
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- He/They
I said "more Ravana", not "maximum Ravana".Not enough hyper-cocaine, but good enough.
Ravana Quest [Exalted/Aberrant]
- Thread starter Havocfett
- Start date
Olive
Silent Princess
At that point Surpanakha starts riding the handbreak and starts to yell.
- Location
- in the trash
If we went Maximum Ravana, no one else would survive the result.
[X] Get drunk and high, then bitch about how you shouldn't have to deal with this bullshit.
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TenfoldShields
Lounging on a Hoard of Words
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Try to get drunk rather than engage with her, and in the meantime brag about being the hero.
Can't put your foot in your mouth if it's full of booze and pills!
Indrajit what is your taste in women even? I mean sure, at least she's not, like, Kimberian and shit but still "if you meet the Buddha on the road kill him and everyone else in the province" is uh...definitely A Thing.
Can't put your foot in your mouth if it's full of booze and pills!
Indrajit what is your taste in women even? I mean sure, at least she's not, like, Kimberian and shit but still "if you meet the Buddha on the road kill him and everyone else in the province" is uh...definitely A Thing.
Aleph
Princess of Stabbity
- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Well, you know.
It sounds like it was an interesting relationship from the get-go.
Sooo tempted to do up a passive aggressive write up of Ravana going "So why don't I have nieces and nephews to spoil yet! Be the drunk/high uncle at the festival dinners and in general be the 'Kids don't listen to your uncle!"
- Location
- in the trash
Ravana is truly an inspiration. He inspires others to be less of a colossal fuck up than he is. (though that isn't much of an accomplishment)
Sirrocco
Pedantic
It's good to have a low bar to start with. Builds confidence.
azoicennead
Overly-Affectionate Zombie Squad
- Pronouns
- He/They
That sounds like an incredibly insensitive thing to say.
Sounds perfect.
It's like I always say, the key to happiness is low expectations.
Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
- Location
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[X] Try to get drunk rather than engage with her, and in the meantime brag about being the hero.
There's probably a charm to do this. If there isn't, then Rav should make a charm (heretical?) to do this.
[X] "Hey. I just saved most of Mewat District..." (Argue ahoy!)
I think that choosing to brag about our heroic deeds is both a good idea and perfectly in-character for Ravana but I think that getting drunk would be a poor idea as it would alienate our allies. We need to create a clear distinction between the prodigy mortal Ravana who failed to live up to his potential as a consequence of an overtly hedonistic lifestyle and the new Exalt Ravana who is trying to become a hero that Indrajit would be proud of. Taking visible steps to greatly reduce our drug and alcohol consumption seems like it would be a good start to this.
I think that choosing to brag about our heroic deeds is both a good idea and perfectly in-character for Ravana but I think that getting drunk would be a poor idea as it would alienate our allies. We need to create a clear distinction between the prodigy mortal Ravana who failed to live up to his potential as a consequence of an overtly hedonistic lifestyle and the new Exalt Ravana who is trying to become a hero that Indrajit would be proud of. Taking visible steps to greatly reduce our drug and alcohol consumption seems like it would be a good start to this.
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- He/Him
Note: for all intents and purposes 'Start an Acrimonious Argument' and 'I just saved most of Mewat district' are the same vote on account of having the same result. Wanted to make sure you know that.
I thought that was obvious.
Sirrocco
Pedantic
Two of the votes have "(argue ahoy)" in them, I made an earlier post openly acknowledging the fact, and one of the two remaining has posted that he thinks it was obvious. I think we're good here.
Aleph
Princess of Stabbity
- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I will note for all those going "ignore her" that this means ignoring her. And while Ravana knows some stuff about her, we don't.
Arguing actively means she will say things, and we will get to hear those things, and thus we will gain moar info on the intelligent, fanatical and well-organized violent terrorist.
Arguing actively means she will say things, and we will get to hear those things, and thus we will gain moar info on the intelligent, fanatical and well-organized violent terrorist.
Responsibility Avoidance Prana
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Interlude: Responsibility Avoidance Prana
Za-Vant's largest asteroid belt teems with life. Engineered greenlife cover and link asteroids, binding them together and turning the belt into a massive pseudo-ringworld. A rough atmosphere clings tightly to the asteroid belt, and a wide variety of species from across the galaxy lives in the inter-twined greenery and low-gravity of the belt. Space-molds drift in-and-out of the belt, gnawing on greenlife as they drift throughout the system. Tiny comet crabs land to eat, to mate and lay eggs, and occasionally to find a new micro-meteor or abandoned shell before launching themselves into their wide orbits once more. Zoos, laboratories, and vacation homes are built into the belt, nearby space stations house tourists and the shuttle services that give them tours of the belt.
The largest facility in the space around the asteroid belt is the titanic Bandhavgarh Station. One part fortress, one-part titanic laboratory, it's several kilometers wide at its narrowest point and the exterior is covered in details of flora, fauna, and gods. It's the symbol of Vant military might and opulence, as ornate as it is deadly.
Deep inside Bandhavgarh is a Lakshmana's drafting room. Supercomputers line the walls, a massive holo-projection table takes up the center, and a massive, ornate Terminal Booth takes up the far end of the workshop. The holotable shows a massive ring of precious metals, a Canal Gate detailed with mantras and images of Lakshmana and Urmila, as well as visualizations of a dozen simulations of the Gate in various situations. The supercomputers all buzz quietly as they crunch numbers, run simulations, and update the holo-projector. The Terminal is dark, currently unused.
By the room's door, monitoring and controlling the entire affair from a small terminal, is Lakshmana. He's a beauty befitting one of the monitors, with warm, soft, brown eyes, flawless, creamy skin, a face like a delicate lotus blossom, a physique impossible to criticize, and lustrous brown hair tied in a topknot. His jewelry is gold and tumbaga and more precious things besides, capable of a multitude of miracles on their own, and his clothes are worth more than small warships. He is content, happy, even, poring over technical manuscripts, constantly modifying the simulations and data-streams flowing to and from the supercomputers as he iterates his design with impossible speed.
The door opens. Lakshmana turns, a rebuke on his lips dying as he sees his visitor. "Uncle Jutayu!" he says.
The man in the door is Jutayu Aruna. He's a dragon-blood and visibly ancient, his hair and beard are whispy and white, his scales tarnished with age, his skin like moving stone, but his posture is strong and his eyes are as sharp, as piercingly intelligent, as ever. Lakshmana practically jumps on top of him, enveloping him in a bone-crushing hug as he enters the room..
"Lord Lakshmana," says Jutayu. He peels the young solar off of himself and bows slightly, stiffly, showing his age, "Namaste." The hum of the supercomputers fades as Lakshmana stops working, the glow of the holo-table lessens so as not to intrude on the conversation.
"Namaste," replies Lakshmana, bowing slightly, "Did you come to see the prototype?" He looks over Jutayu, examining his expression. "No...you seem worried. Is something wrong? Are the augs failing?"
"No, no," says Jutayu, warding away a newly fussy Lakshmana, "I'm fine. I merely wished to talk to you about current events on Vant."
Lakshmana breaks the hug and takes a step back, bowing. "Of course Uncle, what do you wish to speak of?" says Lakshmana.
"One of the Orbital Prisons was attacked," says Jutayu, "The entire staff appears to be dead, and there's a massive prison break ongoing as we speak. While a minor house is handling the issue, it would be best if you took a personal interest in the matter."
Lakshmana's reaction is less that of a king who has discovered a threat to his kingdom, or even a lord , but someone who has realized that there is a rather tedious job that needs doing and is very determined not to be the poor soul stuck with the job. "I am sure that the house will be able to handle it, Uncle," he says, "I'm very close to a breakthrough on the Gate Prototype and I can't really afford to break for a week or two on some triviality that the Dragons can likely handle just fine."
"An entire prison orbital was destroyed, sir."
"A large triviality, then," says Lakshmana, "Uncle, please, this is important."
"As is this, Lord Lakshmana," says Jutayu, "I'm no longer a young man, I cannot micromanage the entire capital through every crisis. You, and the other monitors, need to take a more active hand in these things." He pins Lakshmana with a gaze, that of a very determined elder relative who doesn't approve of your odd side projects and wants you to do something respectable with your time.
Lakshmana calculates, dedicating the monstrous, indescribable mental faculties of the Solar Exalted to the nominally simple task of avoiding his monarchic responsibilities. Essence flows
through his veins, discarding untold thousands of options in fractions of a second. Actually dealing with the issue isn't an option, if it's mechanical failure that's easily a month of investigation and blame-assigning and fine collection. Maybe a year if it's an actual plot from the Scarlet. The best case scenario is an unacceptable delay in his research and the worst catastrophe. So, alternates. Jutayu was already throwing cats-paws at it, and surely would have thrown in the Aruna Dynasty's more blatant resources if it was necessary. Most of the obvious other options would also have been considered and, for whatever reason, discarded, which meant that anything with a truly minimal impact on the Gate Prototype research wouldn't be an option. In addition, it also meant that he should be looking at options available only due to his status as, well, Lakshmana.
The name of the game, then, is damage control. He switches tracks, not looking for an instant fix, but something with a minimal time commitment. Come in when some clues have appeared, throw magic at it until the culprits pop up, and then deal with the problem decisively.
Less than a second after Jutayu asks his question, Lakshmana has an answer.
"Uncle, you still have that summit you go to in two weeks, yes?" says Lakshmana. The question is rhetorical, and he doesn't bother waiting before he moves on, "How about you lengthen that? Udaipur is on your way home, stay at the Udaivilas Resort for a week or two. You relax, enjoy yourself, take a vacation away from Vant. And while you're gone, if the catspaws and the local authorities haven't already solved the issue, I'll deal with it personally until you're back."
"That is still two weeks of you distracting yourself with this pet project," says Jutayu, gesturing towards the room around them.
"Uncle, this-" He stops talking and raises his hands, palms forward, to chest level as he calms down. "Uncle, I understand that I need to take a more active role in governance, and I will, but I cannot simply drop all work on the project without setting up the transition. The investigation is likely still in its initial stages, things will still be confused and people will be trying to shift blame. And you know how good the small houses are at shifting blame. I'll wait until you're gone for things to clear up, I'll figure out the transition here in the fort, and the investigation will be all the better for it. Those responsible will show up in short order, and we'll deal with them like we did the Vali affair."
Jutayu considers it for a moment. He glances towards Lakshmana's work, the supercomputers, the holotable, the terminal, and there's a faint, white-yellow light around him for a brief moment. Then, after a long, tense moment, he nods. "It will do," he says, "Remember, this is just the start! You have to govern every time you come back, Beita. You can't just do your research until I pull you off."
"Of course," lies Lakshmana smoothly.
They both smile and Jutayu bows stiffly, like an animated statue. "I'll leave you to your work, Lord Lakshmana" he says as he retreats from the room.
The door shuts, Lakshmana turns away, and the calculations resume once more.
New Dossier: Jutayu Aruna
Exaltation: Dragon-Blooded
Caste: Earth
Age: Don't You Know it's Rude to Ask?
Jutayu Aruna survived Samrat Chakravartin Ashoka's rule, he survived the Raksha invasion, he survived what came before that, and he probably survived whatever came before that. He survived the destruction of his house and slaughter of his children three times in recorded history, then rebuilt from the ashes each time. He knows enough about the tail-end of the Central Empire that many believe he survived its collapse. He built Garuda Unit during the Rakshasa invasion, taught the Nine Monitors (Who were Ten, at the time) after their exaltation, guided them in their revolution against Ashoka. He is impossibly old, even for a dragon-blood of as impeccable breeding and thorough augmentation as he, yet he appears to be as vital, as brilliant, and as lethal now as he was when we was...not young, but perhaps less old.
This is a lie.
Jutayu's body is failing. Where once his grand Gauntlets of Roke would only be donned for the most formidable of opponents, he has been forced to wield them for every fight he's been in for nearly thirty years. Where once he could duel any two dragon-blooded aces you could name and likely come out on top, now he relegates himself to training new pilots and teaching combat theory. He only still lives because of great effort and expense taken by the Nine Monitors, none of whom wish to lose their beloved teacher. His mind is intact, though his memory is supplemented with an advanced Cortical Stack, a small mercy considering the slow degradation of the rest of his body.
Still, Jutayu is enormously potent even if only as a politician and political manipulator. While the Monitors spend most of their times on personal projects, or administering the Empire as a whole, Jutayu is, in practical terms, the ruler of the Za-Vant system and the Capital itself. He controls the Empire's most powerful Houses, manipulates them and pits them against each other for the good of the Empire, he cajoles the Monitors into governing the system when they visit, he deals with threats, manages the Sidereal Bureaus and GCM Node, and ensures that things go not as he wants them to, but as the Monitors want them to. He, in practical terms, governs Za-Vant while the Monitors are away, and though he may disagree with what the Monitors demand or prioritize he is unerringly loyal and has never failed to carry out the spirit of their requests. In return, of all their servants Jutayu Aruna is the one most beloved of the Monitors.
Jutayu's Styles:
Once Jutayu was a paragon in every field, capable of performing as well as any other Dragonblood in their own field of specialization. Those times are gone, though he is excellent at many things his lesser-practiced skills have begun to abandon him, leaving him good where he was once one of the best. Assume that Jutayu has all Abilities at 3-5. He is very old and though his body is falling apart he is still incredibly skilled. He is also possessed of an enormous repository of styles, representing close to a thousand years of experience from travels that have taken him across much of the explored galaxy, but many of them have decayed over time. A lack of practice, resources, or other time commitments mean that he is simply unable to maintain all styles that he once knew.
He does, however, generally have at least one style at 3 for most given skills.
Jutayu's Artifacts
The Gauntlets of Roke
Artifact 3, 6+4m commitment
To compare the Gauntlets of Roke to mere armoured gloves is to do them a grave disservice, for they are beautiful in their own way. Bulky gauntlets of purest jade, the overlapping layers of metal reach almost up to the elbow, and give the forearms of their wearer an air of unstoppable force and power. It is an accurate impression. The gauntlets are designed to amplify and absorb momentum, turning punches into devastating blows that can split steel and shatter stone or robbing mighty blows and deadly projectiles of all the force behind them.
In their base state, the Gauntlets are white jade smashfists that require two Earth-Aspected hearthstones of at least 3 dots and a six mote commitment to function, one in each Gauntlet.
However, the Gauntlets can be enhanced in one of two ways by committing an extra 4 motes to them. Only one of these modes can be used at a time, and the Gauntlets cannot be in separate modes at the same time. Switching between modes is a Simple Speed 7 action.
The first mode adds awesome power and inertia to the wearer's movements. By punching at any visible target within 100 yards, they may let the force of the blow carry them along with it. If the target is beyond melee range, this drags them across the battlefield in an eyeblink, the rapid movement terminating when the attack strikes its target. If the attack misses, the effect tapers off once the wearer has travelled the full 100 yards, and they must roll (Physique+Athletics) to avoid Knockdown. If the attack strikes the attack is rendered unblockable and the damage increased.
The second mode absorbs the momentum and force of any attack made against the wearer. Any attack not enhanced by Essence is powerless against the casual slaps or backhands that rob them of power and effortlessly turn them aside - such parry attempts automatically succeed, and act as a disarm attempt on the weapon in question. Against attacks backed by supernatural might, this mode merely adds +2 to the Gauntlets' Defence.
The Gauntlets must be disassembled and the thin wires that channel momentum through them realigned every month. This is a Maintenance action requiring High-Technology tools and a skilled technician for the realignment of the Essence-conducting wires within them.
Za-Vant's largest asteroid belt teems with life. Engineered greenlife cover and link asteroids, binding them together and turning the belt into a massive pseudo-ringworld. A rough atmosphere clings tightly to the asteroid belt, and a wide variety of species from across the galaxy lives in the inter-twined greenery and low-gravity of the belt. Space-molds drift in-and-out of the belt, gnawing on greenlife as they drift throughout the system. Tiny comet crabs land to eat, to mate and lay eggs, and occasionally to find a new micro-meteor or abandoned shell before launching themselves into their wide orbits once more. Zoos, laboratories, and vacation homes are built into the belt, nearby space stations house tourists and the shuttle services that give them tours of the belt.
The largest facility in the space around the asteroid belt is the titanic Bandhavgarh Station. One part fortress, one-part titanic laboratory, it's several kilometers wide at its narrowest point and the exterior is covered in details of flora, fauna, and gods. It's the symbol of Vant military might and opulence, as ornate as it is deadly.
Deep inside Bandhavgarh is a Lakshmana's drafting room. Supercomputers line the walls, a massive holo-projection table takes up the center, and a massive, ornate Terminal Booth takes up the far end of the workshop. The holotable shows a massive ring of precious metals, a Canal Gate detailed with mantras and images of Lakshmana and Urmila, as well as visualizations of a dozen simulations of the Gate in various situations. The supercomputers all buzz quietly as they crunch numbers, run simulations, and update the holo-projector. The Terminal is dark, currently unused.
By the room's door, monitoring and controlling the entire affair from a small terminal, is Lakshmana. He's a beauty befitting one of the monitors, with warm, soft, brown eyes, flawless, creamy skin, a face like a delicate lotus blossom, a physique impossible to criticize, and lustrous brown hair tied in a topknot. His jewelry is gold and tumbaga and more precious things besides, capable of a multitude of miracles on their own, and his clothes are worth more than small warships. He is content, happy, even, poring over technical manuscripts, constantly modifying the simulations and data-streams flowing to and from the supercomputers as he iterates his design with impossible speed.
The door opens. Lakshmana turns, a rebuke on his lips dying as he sees his visitor. "Uncle Jutayu!" he says.
The man in the door is Jutayu Aruna. He's a dragon-blood and visibly ancient, his hair and beard are whispy and white, his scales tarnished with age, his skin like moving stone, but his posture is strong and his eyes are as sharp, as piercingly intelligent, as ever. Lakshmana practically jumps on top of him, enveloping him in a bone-crushing hug as he enters the room..
"Lord Lakshmana," says Jutayu. He peels the young solar off of himself and bows slightly, stiffly, showing his age, "Namaste." The hum of the supercomputers fades as Lakshmana stops working, the glow of the holo-table lessens so as not to intrude on the conversation.
"Namaste," replies Lakshmana, bowing slightly, "Did you come to see the prototype?" He looks over Jutayu, examining his expression. "No...you seem worried. Is something wrong? Are the augs failing?"
"No, no," says Jutayu, warding away a newly fussy Lakshmana, "I'm fine. I merely wished to talk to you about current events on Vant."
Lakshmana breaks the hug and takes a step back, bowing. "Of course Uncle, what do you wish to speak of?" says Lakshmana.
"One of the Orbital Prisons was attacked," says Jutayu, "The entire staff appears to be dead, and there's a massive prison break ongoing as we speak. While a minor house is handling the issue, it would be best if you took a personal interest in the matter."
Lakshmana's reaction is less that of a king who has discovered a threat to his kingdom, or even a lord , but someone who has realized that there is a rather tedious job that needs doing and is very determined not to be the poor soul stuck with the job. "I am sure that the house will be able to handle it, Uncle," he says, "I'm very close to a breakthrough on the Gate Prototype and I can't really afford to break for a week or two on some triviality that the Dragons can likely handle just fine."
"An entire prison orbital was destroyed, sir."
"A large triviality, then," says Lakshmana, "Uncle, please, this is important."
"As is this, Lord Lakshmana," says Jutayu, "I'm no longer a young man, I cannot micromanage the entire capital through every crisis. You, and the other monitors, need to take a more active hand in these things." He pins Lakshmana with a gaze, that of a very determined elder relative who doesn't approve of your odd side projects and wants you to do something respectable with your time.
Lakshmana calculates, dedicating the monstrous, indescribable mental faculties of the Solar Exalted to the nominally simple task of avoiding his monarchic responsibilities. Essence flows
through his veins, discarding untold thousands of options in fractions of a second. Actually dealing with the issue isn't an option, if it's mechanical failure that's easily a month of investigation and blame-assigning and fine collection. Maybe a year if it's an actual plot from the Scarlet. The best case scenario is an unacceptable delay in his research and the worst catastrophe. So, alternates. Jutayu was already throwing cats-paws at it, and surely would have thrown in the Aruna Dynasty's more blatant resources if it was necessary. Most of the obvious other options would also have been considered and, for whatever reason, discarded, which meant that anything with a truly minimal impact on the Gate Prototype research wouldn't be an option. In addition, it also meant that he should be looking at options available only due to his status as, well, Lakshmana.
The name of the game, then, is damage control. He switches tracks, not looking for an instant fix, but something with a minimal time commitment. Come in when some clues have appeared, throw magic at it until the culprits pop up, and then deal with the problem decisively.
Less than a second after Jutayu asks his question, Lakshmana has an answer.
"Uncle, you still have that summit you go to in two weeks, yes?" says Lakshmana. The question is rhetorical, and he doesn't bother waiting before he moves on, "How about you lengthen that? Udaipur is on your way home, stay at the Udaivilas Resort for a week or two. You relax, enjoy yourself, take a vacation away from Vant. And while you're gone, if the catspaws and the local authorities haven't already solved the issue, I'll deal with it personally until you're back."
"That is still two weeks of you distracting yourself with this pet project," says Jutayu, gesturing towards the room around them.
"Uncle, this-" He stops talking and raises his hands, palms forward, to chest level as he calms down. "Uncle, I understand that I need to take a more active role in governance, and I will, but I cannot simply drop all work on the project without setting up the transition. The investigation is likely still in its initial stages, things will still be confused and people will be trying to shift blame. And you know how good the small houses are at shifting blame. I'll wait until you're gone for things to clear up, I'll figure out the transition here in the fort, and the investigation will be all the better for it. Those responsible will show up in short order, and we'll deal with them like we did the Vali affair."
Jutayu considers it for a moment. He glances towards Lakshmana's work, the supercomputers, the holotable, the terminal, and there's a faint, white-yellow light around him for a brief moment. Then, after a long, tense moment, he nods. "It will do," he says, "Remember, this is just the start! You have to govern every time you come back, Beita. You can't just do your research until I pull you off."
"Of course," lies Lakshmana smoothly.
They both smile and Jutayu bows stiffly, like an animated statue. "I'll leave you to your work, Lord Lakshmana" he says as he retreats from the room.
The door shuts, Lakshmana turns away, and the calculations resume once more.
New Dossier: Jutayu Aruna
Exaltation: Dragon-Blooded
Caste: Earth
Age: Don't You Know it's Rude to Ask?
Jutayu Aruna survived Samrat Chakravartin Ashoka's rule, he survived the Raksha invasion, he survived what came before that, and he probably survived whatever came before that. He survived the destruction of his house and slaughter of his children three times in recorded history, then rebuilt from the ashes each time. He knows enough about the tail-end of the Central Empire that many believe he survived its collapse. He built Garuda Unit during the Rakshasa invasion, taught the Nine Monitors (Who were Ten, at the time) after their exaltation, guided them in their revolution against Ashoka. He is impossibly old, even for a dragon-blood of as impeccable breeding and thorough augmentation as he, yet he appears to be as vital, as brilliant, and as lethal now as he was when we was...not young, but perhaps less old.
This is a lie.
Jutayu's body is failing. Where once his grand Gauntlets of Roke would only be donned for the most formidable of opponents, he has been forced to wield them for every fight he's been in for nearly thirty years. Where once he could duel any two dragon-blooded aces you could name and likely come out on top, now he relegates himself to training new pilots and teaching combat theory. He only still lives because of great effort and expense taken by the Nine Monitors, none of whom wish to lose their beloved teacher. His mind is intact, though his memory is supplemented with an advanced Cortical Stack, a small mercy considering the slow degradation of the rest of his body.
Still, Jutayu is enormously potent even if only as a politician and political manipulator. While the Monitors spend most of their times on personal projects, or administering the Empire as a whole, Jutayu is, in practical terms, the ruler of the Za-Vant system and the Capital itself. He controls the Empire's most powerful Houses, manipulates them and pits them against each other for the good of the Empire, he cajoles the Monitors into governing the system when they visit, he deals with threats, manages the Sidereal Bureaus and GCM Node, and ensures that things go not as he wants them to, but as the Monitors want them to. He, in practical terms, governs Za-Vant while the Monitors are away, and though he may disagree with what the Monitors demand or prioritize he is unerringly loyal and has never failed to carry out the spirit of their requests. In return, of all their servants Jutayu Aruna is the one most beloved of the Monitors.
Jutayu's Styles:
Once Jutayu was a paragon in every field, capable of performing as well as any other Dragonblood in their own field of specialization. Those times are gone, though he is excellent at many things his lesser-practiced skills have begun to abandon him, leaving him good where he was once one of the best. Assume that Jutayu has all Abilities at 3-5. He is very old and though his body is falling apart he is still incredibly skilled. He is also possessed of an enormous repository of styles, representing close to a thousand years of experience from travels that have taken him across much of the explored galaxy, but many of them have decayed over time. A lack of practice, resources, or other time commitments mean that he is simply unable to maintain all styles that he once knew.
He does, however, generally have at least one style at 3 for most given skills.
Jutayu's Artifacts
The Gauntlets of Roke
Artifact 3, 6+4m commitment
To compare the Gauntlets of Roke to mere armoured gloves is to do them a grave disservice, for they are beautiful in their own way. Bulky gauntlets of purest jade, the overlapping layers of metal reach almost up to the elbow, and give the forearms of their wearer an air of unstoppable force and power. It is an accurate impression. The gauntlets are designed to amplify and absorb momentum, turning punches into devastating blows that can split steel and shatter stone or robbing mighty blows and deadly projectiles of all the force behind them.
In their base state, the Gauntlets are white jade smashfists that require two Earth-Aspected hearthstones of at least 3 dots and a six mote commitment to function, one in each Gauntlet.
However, the Gauntlets can be enhanced in one of two ways by committing an extra 4 motes to them. Only one of these modes can be used at a time, and the Gauntlets cannot be in separate modes at the same time. Switching between modes is a Simple Speed 7 action.
The first mode adds awesome power and inertia to the wearer's movements. By punching at any visible target within 100 yards, they may let the force of the blow carry them along with it. If the target is beyond melee range, this drags them across the battlefield in an eyeblink, the rapid movement terminating when the attack strikes its target. If the attack misses, the effect tapers off once the wearer has travelled the full 100 yards, and they must roll (Physique+Athletics) to avoid Knockdown. If the attack strikes the attack is rendered unblockable and the damage increased.
The second mode absorbs the momentum and force of any attack made against the wearer. Any attack not enhanced by Essence is powerless against the casual slaps or backhands that rob them of power and effortlessly turn them aside - such parry attempts automatically succeed, and act as a disarm attempt on the weapon in question. Against attacks backed by supernatural might, this mode merely adds +2 to the Gauntlets' Defence.
The Gauntlets must be disassembled and the thin wires that channel momentum through them realigned every month. This is a Maintenance action requiring High-Technology tools and a skilled technician for the realignment of the Essence-conducting wires within them.
bookwyrm
Doom of Public Libraries
- Location
- Wichita, Kansas
So all this misery and tyranny and strife are the Moniters halfheartedly being pulled from their hobbies, too lazy to actually undo the ancient caste fuckery in their nominal domains but too wishy-washy and selfish to actually fuck off and let someone who actually cares do the job instead. Jesus. Solars are assholes
