[X] Elysium
[X] The Arcane Foundation
[X] The Arcane Foundation
The God Diversion
- Thread starter Birdsie
- Start date
- Original
- Location
- United States
[X] Arcanoria
[X] The Arcane Foundation
I don't think Elysium quite works as a name if we aren't going for the paradise-universe.
[X] The Arcane Foundation
I don't think Elysium quite works as a name if we aren't going for the paradise-universe.
ThatGazzer
Minds Eye Bind
- Location
- PNW
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Lemme pitch some names, because somebody has to
[X] Gan Kesem
Rough Hebrew for Garden of Magic
[X] Hermetica
for Hermetic Philosophy and Magic
[X] Medeisarium
literally just Latin for Magic/Magical Place
[X] The Arcane Foundation
[X] Gan Kesem
Rough Hebrew for Garden of Magic
[X] Hermetica
for Hermetic Philosophy and Magic
[X] Medeisarium
literally just Latin for Magic/Magical Place
[X] The Arcane Foundation
[X] The Apotheosis Engine
*A world unbound by the threads of Fate, where should one learn to weave, they may become the True Architects of their destiny.
*The nexus of a burgeoning multiverse. Built on the bones of Fortuna, becoming a stepping stone to transcendence. An unsung world where you might sail the deep oceans of Knowledge adrift with strange behemoths who offer wisdom. Where one might traverse the desert of Daath, and find their answers.
*The inhabitants all now possess the innate capability to learn to mold matter, energy, and the very fabric of reality, limited only depending on their understanding of the true nature of the world.
*The Apotheosis Engine is the heart of this world, a metaphysical core that holds the trials of Ascension. They must master the lessons of each Arcana. The journey beginning as the Fool, embarking on the hero's quest through the paths of the Tree of Life.
*It serves as a grand orchestrator that aligns the frequencies of different universes with each heartbeat, the fabric of reality more malleable and traversable. Should the Architects find these their way to these paths they may embark across the worlds, seeding them with light. Liberating the ones that had fallen to the dark, ushering in enlightenment.
*A world unbound by the threads of Fate, where should one learn to weave, they may become the True Architects of their destiny.
*The nexus of a burgeoning multiverse. Built on the bones of Fortuna, becoming a stepping stone to transcendence. An unsung world where you might sail the deep oceans of Knowledge adrift with strange behemoths who offer wisdom. Where one might traverse the desert of Daath, and find their answers.
*The inhabitants all now possess the innate capability to learn to mold matter, energy, and the very fabric of reality, limited only depending on their understanding of the true nature of the world.
*The Apotheosis Engine is the heart of this world, a metaphysical core that holds the trials of Ascension. They must master the lessons of each Arcana. The journey beginning as the Fool, embarking on the hero's quest through the paths of the Tree of Life.
*It serves as a grand orchestrator that aligns the frequencies of different universes with each heartbeat, the fabric of reality more malleable and traversable. Should the Architects find these their way to these paths they may embark across the worlds, seeding them with light. Liberating the ones that had fallen to the dark, ushering in enlightenment.
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[X] The Arcane Foundation
- Location
- not doing my homework
- Pronouns
- He/They
This bright-eyed youth with a sword clearly hasn't read Camus.
This is what Birdsie had to say about the Apotheosis Engine, that its possible, but with caveats for balancing:
B: This is possible, although the journey will be extremely difficult and there'd be the possibility of people fucking up their own ascension by starting on an Arcana out of turn.
Which'd lock them into that one, for the most part.
It'd also culminate in True Architects; anything beyond would require one-in-a-trillion genius to achieve.
Focusing just on just the magic seems to be the superficial part of the Tarot theme. It can be so much more. Tarot was always more about the deeper meanings of things. Which Apotheosis aims to target, tying together the magic in a marriage with Architecture.
Instead of just playing at a sorcerer king we can use this opportunity for playing into these core thematics of the Tarot. Which was always about the journey along the Tree of Life's paths. A Kabbalah world sounds so much interesting.
And if we were ever to ascend to the level of the Educator I think we have to answer the puzzle he left us few updates back, when he said Sol and Meta both have two pieces of the puzzle. To start drawing from the source of it all.
"There is no such thing as fate, for men like us," said the Educator, both in that moment, and in a moment several years ago, and then in a moment of his youth, before he was known as the Educator. A hand wavered in the air, and branched off in a million directions, fingers like so much twine, and Solomon could not see the youthful Educator anymore, his existence a hidden thing, a secret beneath the surface of whatever he was viewing. The ones in the present and near-past continued: "Only the sheer hubris of hoping to change God's design to suit our image. And in due time, we may achieve that dream. For now, rest and see what Eden has to offer us."
To solve the puzzle we need not to follow on the Educator's footsteps. But instead explore a more primal version of enrollment. Ascending people through enlightenment, and let them develop their own god diversion - unrestricted by thematics.
This is pretty much a longshot, but I can't bear to skip over content without a proper resolution. And I felt we needed to do something more with Architecture than just empowering Sol. It deserves, to be tied back to the story.
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- Location
- Bretonnia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] The Arcane Foundation
[X] The Arcane Foundation
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You can never have too many arms.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] The Arcane Foundation
The Arcane World
Birdsie
Sharp Talons Cleave The Worthy
- Location
- Poland
The Arcane World
Once, Hannah was a nobody, a simple teacher, a face among the crowds. Her serene life was unimportant and modest, her existence a procedural cog in a societal machine, eating from a bowl of noodles and grading papers with a red marker on the weekends.
Then came the Educator, whose Enrollment ended any semblance of normalcy.
Overnight, she developed strange insights, an instinctive predictive ken, even improbable events almost frustratingly childish to decipher. Focusing, she was capable of viewing strings that connected everything: exerting, she could tug on them, and form cascades of events, to destructive or productive ends. And with the strings came incorporeal cards: decked in metallic colors; bronze, silver, and gold as if someone were making trophies. Each card, if touched and collected, offered power: first, rudimentary developments mimicking the least of her students' abilities, and then abilities fully of her own origin, altering and broadening the effects of the strings.
Unlike with Hannah's students, the Educator provided only minimal and cursory guidance and advice here, citing the import of prioritizing the needs of his students, and offering nothing more than a simple apology.
Then, one day, everyone suddenly forgot she existed at all. This was not a metaphor.
The Educator blithely disregarded her waving hand in front of his face, as if she were translucent. No one, even Harrison or Penelope, could hear even a full-throated shout from her. She'd done what she could to communicate: spelling out messages with a deck of cards, writing them on the blackboard, carving them into floors and walls.
However, it went far beyond simple forgetfulness. Reality seemed to amend her actions as if they were snarls in a celestial loom. She'd struck the Educator and he didn't even notice or budge. She'd opened doors, only to find them untouched and closed seconds later. As if she were nothing more than a specter, disappearing into the gullet of some immaterial leviathan. As if she'd faded into some parallel reality, where the impact of her actions was ignored and expunged. There were other symptoms as well. For instance, she didn't ever become even slightly tired and didn't ever feel hunger or thirst. She contemplated if she'd died, and was now a ghost, stuck in some gray limbo.
The only variable unchanged was the Fortune-Teller's Role, as reliable as it'd been in the beginning. Hannah deducted that it must've been the Role's side effect, this curse of total irrelevance, as she didn't know what else could've done it. Given it must've caused her misery, she considered there must've been a way to undo it with the Role's power as well. She collected the offered cards and played with the strings, and sometimes, they'd still have a fairly blatant impact on reality. Her maneuvering accidentally summoned an otherworld warrior named Abraham into Fortuna and then steered Penelope to recognize Solomon's ability and aid in Abraham's defeat.
For over a year and a half, Hannah was nothing more than reality's silent spectator, and when fortune permitted, an occasional intercessor, drilling deep into her Role's Theme, laboring to attain a power that'd finally achieve liberation from its chains.
Then one evening, a man appeared, coalescing out of a thick shadow and into a dark knight's form. Hannah initially didn't pay much attention to him, dismissing him as some unimportant Enrolled, occupied as she was staring into the parasol of strings stretching out of her hand. Each led to its own distinct possibility, an outcome she could beguile microscopically in a preferred direction: it'd birthed an appreciation for minor events in her, the awareness of how even a minor shift of spacing or timing could drastically alter a situation. This overwhelming attention to detail might've been the reason she'd failed to notice the full image set before her, the absence of strings leading to the man.
"You are Hannah?"
A couple of seconds, silent and pregnant with immateriality. To start with, Hannah wasn't certain if she should even answer, unaccustomed to speech aimed to include her in the conversation, until the dark knight approached and stood directly and expectantly in front of her, leaning down, helmet on level with her own face. His head cocked to the side, as if the silence was making him curious about something. A chord of uncertainty finally gave way to cold realization, and finally to nerve-wracking, almost fearful shock. The collection of threads in Hannah's hand faded away, finally meaningless. Hannah felt unmoored, as if simultaneously free and afraid of what that meant.
Could it be she'd finally lost it? Gone insane, started hallucinating strange men in armor?
The answer came out quiet, breathless, and afraid, "You can see me?"
He nodded, a stiff and slow movement, and straightened out. "I am Xer-Lai Lithigaran, Son of Avalon. I felt your suffering and loneliness, and as one who's likewise once suffered the depravity of the Dreamless Door, I've come to free you of your chains. Rise; rise and rejoice, for if you choose to come with me, you come into the caring embrace of a fellowship. A fellowship of those who are exactly like you, whom the World's Soul has rejected. You'll never be alone with us. Take my hand."
He offered an arm to be clasped.
"I don't understand," she muttered. "If I come with you, I'll be able to talk to people again? Be a part of the world?"
He nodded. "Yes. We have a sage who can reintroduce you into the World's Soul," he said. "However, the road is long, and spans many worlds. By my most accurate estimations, it took me over a year to arrive here. It'll be a while for you, if you ever intend to return. The sooner we depart, the better."
Fear was something she'd unlearned over time. Even death, she'd conquered, when countless attempts to embrace it bore no fruit. Hannah didn't require more encouragement from the man. If he offered freedom, she'd risk anything to acquire it. An arm was clasped by another, and into the shadows they disappeared.
Inside of his Tower, Solomon's hand momentarily ceased writing notes in an arcane codex. It felt almost as if some fleeting shadow, no larger than an insect, yet faster than an arrow, had flung itself through the Architecture and then disappeared into nothingness. Shrugging, he continued on.
---
The Genesis Cube spun and rotated as the Rite of Creation finished its work, sigils incandescent with numinous radiance as if they were scars into a world of endless light, the miracle of nucleogenesis starting anew as Fortuna divided itself, not unlike a cell, and the foundational schematics within the Architecture shaped the gestation.
And then Elysium was a reality.
On the next Monday, the Arcanists and ministers of the Magocracy stood on a cliffside backlit by dawn's rays, observing as a whole new world unfolded in front of them: vistas of savage jungles and shining crystal lakes, oceans with frothing waves, and mountain chains with ridges that rivaled Everest's pinnacle. This a was a world unafraid of miracles, and free of any Thematics not their own. A frontier on which to forge their destiny. Naturally, Maximilian's first action was to step boldly forward off a cliff.
"I'll save him," Penelope stated, before casually stepping over the edge and allowing herself to drop down.
The Architecture on Elysium was buoyant, almost gaseous: simultaneously easy to manipulate and read, and without much consequence on anything. Its fairly recent birth meant it hadn't solidified entirely, not unlike a ceramic pot still retaining the malleability of clay. It'd settle down within a fortnight. However, it was Solomon's full intention to abuse this unequaled opportunity ruthlessly and conduct as many rites as he could. Chiefly to install truths of the Magocracy's domination and prosperity into reality's code, and ease the road leading to a golden tomorrow. He already perceived a distant silhouette of that glory.
First, however, came Education.
As usual, September's first day was marked with an enthusiastic speech by the Educator.
"Hello, students!" the Educator declared, striding confidently and brashly into the classroom, once more displaying the exaggerated swagger of an old man slowly yet surely approaching retirement. "As I'm sure you've already learned through either the grapevine or your own abilities, I did not Enroll a new first-year class this morning. Next year, I'll be permanently retiring from being the Educator, not that you must worry about this, as next year most of you hopefully shall be graduated. This year, we'll review the central aspects of your Theme and individual Roles, we'll solidify your abilities, and we'll finalize your Enrollment! Come next Sunday, I'll no longer accept or even consider new subdivisions, interpretations, or applications of your Aspects; or so-called 'Techniques.' It's recommended you make any propositions before then. Let's start."
Humming, the Educator spun around and, with a piece of chalk, began to elegantly and fastidiously sketch diagrams
Over Solomon's mental link, chatter erupted.
'He's retiring?'
'He's mad, right? Gone insane?'
'Is this because of what happened on Harrison's birthday?'
'Solomon, did you know about this?'
That final accusatory question was from Penelope, who'd glanced back with shock on her face. Now that it was declared, everyone stared down his way.
'Yeah,' he answered. 'He'd told me, and I didn't want to dissuade him. Man's got his reasons. What business is it of ours?'
'Fucking hell, Lancaster, are you deaf or dense or something? It means we're among the last goddamned people to be Enrolled,' Josh pointed out, sounding frustrated and uncharacteristically worried. 'Obviously it's our business! It means the game's gonna set with Gothic. No more add-ons. Just what's there vying for control. If this leaks out...'
'It'd be catastrophic. Every Theme in a good position would gain the confidence to attack others and start taking over. It'd start what might well be a genuine Third World War,' Zoe, the Hierophant, surmised. 'We're all in agreement to keep this secret?'
There was a murmur of assents and agreements, everyone transmitting universal approval of the idea. Even Solomon thought it'd be a better outcome if this wasn't leaked for a while more, although he did feel compelled to state, 'I feel your worries are excessive. There won't be a World War, probably. There'll be regional conflicts, yes, and skirmishes, if this leaks. Without the potential of a new Theme appearing, those in power and those powerless alike will feel more confident to act as they will. But Archetype will maintain order. The Olympian is more or less the strongest Enrolled, and he's a good man. Everyone who might step out of line will be too afraid of him.'
'And you figure that's enough?' Damien asked, not skeptical, but curious to hear the reasoning. Solomon shrugged.
'Archetype will tolerate minor conflicts and not sic him on them specifically to maintain control. If you completely restrict all people - the greedy and ambitious especially - from warring against each other for territory or resources, they'll obviously feel cornered in and potentially rebel against the restriction, maybe even close ranks. It's an idea doomed to failure. If you give them free reign without a threat to maintain order, they'll do the war, which is hardly ideal. But allow them to fight on the low-key, and have a big gun that's ready to fire if they step out of line? Then they'll keep it low-key. They'll have something to gain, and something to lose: the ideal pairing for maintaining order.'
He didn't say it out loud, but that's more or less what Archetype was already doing. The only difference in a world without the constant arrival of new Themes was that it'd become slightly more heated: more strife, and more of these regional conflicts and power-jockeying. But hardly an apocalypse or a World War.
'Carrot and stick,' muttered Damien mentally. 'I can see that, yeah. But Olympian's not the only big shot in the world.'
'The Once and Future King is one of the strongest after him, and he's no idiot either. He acts wisely. All the other Themes, especially the older ones, have smart and wise leaders who are experienced at this sort of politicking,' Solomon said.
'It won't do much good unless the Gothics also keep this secret, keep in mind,' added Carolina, or Strength. 'Even if they do, we'll only have a year of time on Earth or so, before everyone realizes what's up. Maybe two, if we're lucky.'
'Nah. Just one, probably,' Solomon replied. 'But that's more than plenty, if we make use of our time right now to prepare.'
He smiled. 'After all, prep time is half the battle.'
---
It's the start of your third - and final - year of Enrollment. It'll conclude with a graduation exam, a challenge of your collective skills as a Class, now finally standing united under a banner of common cause, after years of conflicts and bickering.
Credit: 6.6
XP: 520
Choose your actions for autumn.
Nine (9) actions in total.
Here's a short list of potential options, but, as usual, feel free to write-in:
[ ] Classwork - Individualized by default. If you wish to spend XP, make sure to note what sort of abilities you're interested in.
[ ] Interaction - With someone you know or want to get to know.
[ ] Exploration - Of Fortuna and its myriad vistas.
[ ] Exploration: Elysium - Your new world isn't custom-built for Enrollment, but it is custom-built for rapid Thematic advancement, so it's almost better that way. Explore!
[ ] Rule - Ready the Magocracy for its exodus across worlds.
Once, Hannah was a nobody, a simple teacher, a face among the crowds. Her serene life was unimportant and modest, her existence a procedural cog in a societal machine, eating from a bowl of noodles and grading papers with a red marker on the weekends.
Then came the Educator, whose Enrollment ended any semblance of normalcy.
Overnight, she developed strange insights, an instinctive predictive ken, even improbable events almost frustratingly childish to decipher. Focusing, she was capable of viewing strings that connected everything: exerting, she could tug on them, and form cascades of events, to destructive or productive ends. And with the strings came incorporeal cards: decked in metallic colors; bronze, silver, and gold as if someone were making trophies. Each card, if touched and collected, offered power: first, rudimentary developments mimicking the least of her students' abilities, and then abilities fully of her own origin, altering and broadening the effects of the strings.
Unlike with Hannah's students, the Educator provided only minimal and cursory guidance and advice here, citing the import of prioritizing the needs of his students, and offering nothing more than a simple apology.
Then, one day, everyone suddenly forgot she existed at all. This was not a metaphor.
The Educator blithely disregarded her waving hand in front of his face, as if she were translucent. No one, even Harrison or Penelope, could hear even a full-throated shout from her. She'd done what she could to communicate: spelling out messages with a deck of cards, writing them on the blackboard, carving them into floors and walls.
However, it went far beyond simple forgetfulness. Reality seemed to amend her actions as if they were snarls in a celestial loom. She'd struck the Educator and he didn't even notice or budge. She'd opened doors, only to find them untouched and closed seconds later. As if she were nothing more than a specter, disappearing into the gullet of some immaterial leviathan. As if she'd faded into some parallel reality, where the impact of her actions was ignored and expunged. There were other symptoms as well. For instance, she didn't ever become even slightly tired and didn't ever feel hunger or thirst. She contemplated if she'd died, and was now a ghost, stuck in some gray limbo.
The only variable unchanged was the Fortune-Teller's Role, as reliable as it'd been in the beginning. Hannah deducted that it must've been the Role's side effect, this curse of total irrelevance, as she didn't know what else could've done it. Given it must've caused her misery, she considered there must've been a way to undo it with the Role's power as well. She collected the offered cards and played with the strings, and sometimes, they'd still have a fairly blatant impact on reality. Her maneuvering accidentally summoned an otherworld warrior named Abraham into Fortuna and then steered Penelope to recognize Solomon's ability and aid in Abraham's defeat.
For over a year and a half, Hannah was nothing more than reality's silent spectator, and when fortune permitted, an occasional intercessor, drilling deep into her Role's Theme, laboring to attain a power that'd finally achieve liberation from its chains.
Then one evening, a man appeared, coalescing out of a thick shadow and into a dark knight's form. Hannah initially didn't pay much attention to him, dismissing him as some unimportant Enrolled, occupied as she was staring into the parasol of strings stretching out of her hand. Each led to its own distinct possibility, an outcome she could beguile microscopically in a preferred direction: it'd birthed an appreciation for minor events in her, the awareness of how even a minor shift of spacing or timing could drastically alter a situation. This overwhelming attention to detail might've been the reason she'd failed to notice the full image set before her, the absence of strings leading to the man.
"You are Hannah?"
A couple of seconds, silent and pregnant with immateriality. To start with, Hannah wasn't certain if she should even answer, unaccustomed to speech aimed to include her in the conversation, until the dark knight approached and stood directly and expectantly in front of her, leaning down, helmet on level with her own face. His head cocked to the side, as if the silence was making him curious about something. A chord of uncertainty finally gave way to cold realization, and finally to nerve-wracking, almost fearful shock. The collection of threads in Hannah's hand faded away, finally meaningless. Hannah felt unmoored, as if simultaneously free and afraid of what that meant.
Could it be she'd finally lost it? Gone insane, started hallucinating strange men in armor?
The answer came out quiet, breathless, and afraid, "You can see me?"
He nodded, a stiff and slow movement, and straightened out. "I am Xer-Lai Lithigaran, Son of Avalon. I felt your suffering and loneliness, and as one who's likewise once suffered the depravity of the Dreamless Door, I've come to free you of your chains. Rise; rise and rejoice, for if you choose to come with me, you come into the caring embrace of a fellowship. A fellowship of those who are exactly like you, whom the World's Soul has rejected. You'll never be alone with us. Take my hand."
He offered an arm to be clasped.
"I don't understand," she muttered. "If I come with you, I'll be able to talk to people again? Be a part of the world?"
He nodded. "Yes. We have a sage who can reintroduce you into the World's Soul," he said. "However, the road is long, and spans many worlds. By my most accurate estimations, it took me over a year to arrive here. It'll be a while for you, if you ever intend to return. The sooner we depart, the better."
Fear was something she'd unlearned over time. Even death, she'd conquered, when countless attempts to embrace it bore no fruit. Hannah didn't require more encouragement from the man. If he offered freedom, she'd risk anything to acquire it. An arm was clasped by another, and into the shadows they disappeared.
Inside of his Tower, Solomon's hand momentarily ceased writing notes in an arcane codex. It felt almost as if some fleeting shadow, no larger than an insect, yet faster than an arrow, had flung itself through the Architecture and then disappeared into nothingness. Shrugging, he continued on.
---
The Genesis Cube spun and rotated as the Rite of Creation finished its work, sigils incandescent with numinous radiance as if they were scars into a world of endless light, the miracle of nucleogenesis starting anew as Fortuna divided itself, not unlike a cell, and the foundational schematics within the Architecture shaped the gestation.
And then Elysium was a reality.
On the next Monday, the Arcanists and ministers of the Magocracy stood on a cliffside backlit by dawn's rays, observing as a whole new world unfolded in front of them: vistas of savage jungles and shining crystal lakes, oceans with frothing waves, and mountain chains with ridges that rivaled Everest's pinnacle. This a was a world unafraid of miracles, and free of any Thematics not their own. A frontier on which to forge their destiny. Naturally, Maximilian's first action was to step boldly forward off a cliff.
"I'll save him," Penelope stated, before casually stepping over the edge and allowing herself to drop down.
The Architecture on Elysium was buoyant, almost gaseous: simultaneously easy to manipulate and read, and without much consequence on anything. Its fairly recent birth meant it hadn't solidified entirely, not unlike a ceramic pot still retaining the malleability of clay. It'd settle down within a fortnight. However, it was Solomon's full intention to abuse this unequaled opportunity ruthlessly and conduct as many rites as he could. Chiefly to install truths of the Magocracy's domination and prosperity into reality's code, and ease the road leading to a golden tomorrow. He already perceived a distant silhouette of that glory.
First, however, came Education.
As usual, September's first day was marked with an enthusiastic speech by the Educator.
"Hello, students!" the Educator declared, striding confidently and brashly into the classroom, once more displaying the exaggerated swagger of an old man slowly yet surely approaching retirement. "As I'm sure you've already learned through either the grapevine or your own abilities, I did not Enroll a new first-year class this morning. Next year, I'll be permanently retiring from being the Educator, not that you must worry about this, as next year most of you hopefully shall be graduated. This year, we'll review the central aspects of your Theme and individual Roles, we'll solidify your abilities, and we'll finalize your Enrollment! Come next Sunday, I'll no longer accept or even consider new subdivisions, interpretations, or applications of your Aspects; or so-called 'Techniques.' It's recommended you make any propositions before then. Let's start."
Humming, the Educator spun around and, with a piece of chalk, began to elegantly and fastidiously sketch diagrams
Over Solomon's mental link, chatter erupted.
'He's retiring?'
'He's mad, right? Gone insane?'
'Is this because of what happened on Harrison's birthday?'
'Solomon, did you know about this?'
That final accusatory question was from Penelope, who'd glanced back with shock on her face. Now that it was declared, everyone stared down his way.
'Yeah,' he answered. 'He'd told me, and I didn't want to dissuade him. Man's got his reasons. What business is it of ours?'
'Fucking hell, Lancaster, are you deaf or dense or something? It means we're among the last goddamned people to be Enrolled,' Josh pointed out, sounding frustrated and uncharacteristically worried. 'Obviously it's our business! It means the game's gonna set with Gothic. No more add-ons. Just what's there vying for control. If this leaks out...'
'It'd be catastrophic. Every Theme in a good position would gain the confidence to attack others and start taking over. It'd start what might well be a genuine Third World War,' Zoe, the Hierophant, surmised. 'We're all in agreement to keep this secret?'
There was a murmur of assents and agreements, everyone transmitting universal approval of the idea. Even Solomon thought it'd be a better outcome if this wasn't leaked for a while more, although he did feel compelled to state, 'I feel your worries are excessive. There won't be a World War, probably. There'll be regional conflicts, yes, and skirmishes, if this leaks. Without the potential of a new Theme appearing, those in power and those powerless alike will feel more confident to act as they will. But Archetype will maintain order. The Olympian is more or less the strongest Enrolled, and he's a good man. Everyone who might step out of line will be too afraid of him.'
'And you figure that's enough?' Damien asked, not skeptical, but curious to hear the reasoning. Solomon shrugged.
'Archetype will tolerate minor conflicts and not sic him on them specifically to maintain control. If you completely restrict all people - the greedy and ambitious especially - from warring against each other for territory or resources, they'll obviously feel cornered in and potentially rebel against the restriction, maybe even close ranks. It's an idea doomed to failure. If you give them free reign without a threat to maintain order, they'll do the war, which is hardly ideal. But allow them to fight on the low-key, and have a big gun that's ready to fire if they step out of line? Then they'll keep it low-key. They'll have something to gain, and something to lose: the ideal pairing for maintaining order.'
He didn't say it out loud, but that's more or less what Archetype was already doing. The only difference in a world without the constant arrival of new Themes was that it'd become slightly more heated: more strife, and more of these regional conflicts and power-jockeying. But hardly an apocalypse or a World War.
'Carrot and stick,' muttered Damien mentally. 'I can see that, yeah. But Olympian's not the only big shot in the world.'
'The Once and Future King is one of the strongest after him, and he's no idiot either. He acts wisely. All the other Themes, especially the older ones, have smart and wise leaders who are experienced at this sort of politicking,' Solomon said.
'It won't do much good unless the Gothics also keep this secret, keep in mind,' added Carolina, or Strength. 'Even if they do, we'll only have a year of time on Earth or so, before everyone realizes what's up. Maybe two, if we're lucky.'
'Nah. Just one, probably,' Solomon replied. 'But that's more than plenty, if we make use of our time right now to prepare.'
He smiled. 'After all, prep time is half the battle.'
---
It's the start of your third - and final - year of Enrollment. It'll conclude with a graduation exam, a challenge of your collective skills as a Class, now finally standing united under a banner of common cause, after years of conflicts and bickering.
Credit: 6.6
XP: 520
Choose your actions for autumn.
Nine (9) actions in total.
Here's a short list of potential options, but, as usual, feel free to write-in:
[ ] Classwork - Individualized by default. If you wish to spend XP, make sure to note what sort of abilities you're interested in.
[ ] Interaction - With someone you know or want to get to know.
[ ] Exploration - Of Fortuna and its myriad vistas.
[ ] Exploration: Elysium - Your new world isn't custom-built for Enrollment, but it is custom-built for rapid Thematic advancement, so it's almost better that way. Explore!
[ ] Rule - Ready the Magocracy for its exodus across worlds.
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Well, that's fucking ominous in the extreme. Is that the Avalon that took over Britain, or another thing entirely?
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[X] Fuck ya friends, see the world
-[X] Exploration: Elysium × 9
-[X] Exploration: Elysium × 9
- Location
- Louisiana
[X] Plan Power Scale
-[X] x9 Exploration: Elysium
Fuck it we ball, show me the cool new world we built. Give me the sweet succulent experience.
-[X] x9 Exploration: Elysium
Fuck it we ball, show me the cool new world we built. Give me the sweet succulent experience.
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- He/Him
[X] Fuck ya friends, see the world
[X] Plan Apocalypse Maidens and Shinies
-[X] Classwork x1
-[X] Interaction x2 (Horsegirls as a group)
-[X] Exploration: Elysium x3
-[X] Rule x3
Pretty self-explanatory, though I leave any potential Tactics to others, considering how we may have a global faction war at the end of this?
(Not neglecting Classwork is good, and right now I think we have other concerns to set up for the bigger picture - can't learn effectively if you don't know what you need to know or know your available resources and all)
We do owe Hannah quite a bit considering her actions helped avert the Apocalypse indirectly, but it's probably too late to find her unless we go x9 on Fortuna Exploration?
-[X] Classwork x1
-[X] Interaction x2 (Horsegirls as a group)
-[X] Exploration: Elysium x3
-[X] Rule x3
Pretty self-explanatory, though I leave any potential Tactics to others, considering how we may have a global faction war at the end of this?
(Not neglecting Classwork is good, and right now I think we have other concerns to set up for the bigger picture - can't learn effectively if you don't know what you need to know or know your available resources and all)
We do owe Hannah quite a bit considering her actions helped avert the Apocalypse indirectly, but it's probably too late to find her unless we go x9 on Fortuna Exploration?
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[X] Plan New Beginnings
-[X] Classwork
--[X] Take note of how the Roles and the thematics of the Class has sealed into place for the final year.
--[X] Ask the Educator why your class did not enroll with an adult like the other classses before? Why was there an exception?
-[X] Interaction
--[X] Olympian
---[X] Arrange the meeting with him through Penelope and tell him the news about the Educator's retirement so he might get a head start and get on top of the chaos.
---[X] Also tell him about the development with the Apocalypse and how the Educator's assassination has been foiled.
-[X] Interaction
--[X] Horsegirl of Death
--[X] Talk about their Class plans. Set measures together so Gothic class contains the spread of Educator's retirement. Break the tradition of Scamming and stop the leak of their thematics like you did with your own class.
-[X] Exploration X4
--[X] Elysium
---[X] Look for the key manifestations of the thematics of the Tarot and work on settling them into place Architecturally.
---[X] Have the Arcanists claim the places that most strongly resonate with their Roles.
---[X] Look for the manifestation of the Tree of Life and its many paths.
-[X] Rule x2
--[X] Establish the beginning of the Arcane Pyramid scheme and continue the work of the previous Outlined Tactics.
--[X] Manifest the Emerald of Hermes, cementing your Rule in the core of this nascent realm.
--[X] Begin the long task of migrating Fortuna into your new realm, before it falls to Night on graduation.
Alternatively,
[X] Don't fuck ya friends, and go see the world
-[X] Exploration X6
-[X] Rule x3
-[X] Use the Outlined tactics from New Beginnings and others for Exploration and Rule.
-[X] Classwork
--[X] Take note of how the Roles and the thematics of the Class has sealed into place for the final year.
--[X] Ask the Educator why your class did not enroll with an adult like the other classses before? Why was there an exception?
-[X] Interaction
--[X] Olympian
---[X] Arrange the meeting with him through Penelope and tell him the news about the Educator's retirement so he might get a head start and get on top of the chaos.
---[X] Also tell him about the development with the Apocalypse and how the Educator's assassination has been foiled.
-[X] Interaction
--[X] Horsegirl of Death
--[X] Talk about their Class plans. Set measures together so Gothic class contains the spread of Educator's retirement. Break the tradition of Scamming and stop the leak of their thematics like you did with your own class.
-[X] Exploration X4
--[X] Elysium
---[X] Look for the key manifestations of the thematics of the Tarot and work on settling them into place Architecturally.
---[X] Have the Arcanists claim the places that most strongly resonate with their Roles.
---[X] Look for the manifestation of the Tree of Life and its many paths.
-[X] Rule x2
--[X] Establish the beginning of the Arcane Pyramid scheme and continue the work of the previous Outlined Tactics.
--[X] Manifest the Emerald of Hermes, cementing your Rule in the core of this nascent realm.
--[X] Begin the long task of migrating Fortuna into your new realm, before it falls to Night on graduation.
Alternatively,
[X] Don't fuck ya friends, and go see the world
-[X] Exploration X6
-[X] Rule x3
-[X] Use the Outlined tactics from New Beginnings and others for Exploration and Rule.
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