Threads Of Destiny(Eastern Fantasy, Sequel to Forge of Destiny)

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[X] Stick to the original plan, you can chat with Alingge when she inevitably comes to see Zhengui, but there's really no need to complicate things. Approach Wang Chao, greet and chat politely, ask for his help.
 
[X] Stick to the original plan, you can chat with Alingge when she inevitably comes to see Zhengui, but there's really no need to complicate things. Approach Wang Chao, greet and chat politely, ask for his help.

Let's just be upfront for once instead of trying to trickery our way into Wang Chao's friendship
 
[] Approach Alingge first with a friendly greeting. You did say you would introduce her to Zhengui after all. Make a point to discuss what you're trying to work on within hearing of Wang Chao, and then greet him as if you weren't expecting him.

So, I think there's actually valid reasons to take this approach in order to mitigate a variety of potential wrinkles in this social encounter. Recruiting some social backup is prudent if we're expecting a reflexive cold shoulder, to balance the numbers and dilute any potential animosity from Liang He in particular given the state we left him in when we last met, or minimize the chance of curveballs like Wang Chao angling for an apology to Liang He for our brutality, which would be more awkward for the latter's likely refusal than for Ling Qi's adamant inability to offer one of substance.

But Liang He's a good place to start with why backup is less than necessary: he didn't give the impression of someone to hold a grudge; there might be some caution, but walking up with an ally in the wings wouldn't make Ling Qi less threatening. However, that brings us to maybe the primary issue with the plan of grabbing Alingge first. That is, that we're just acquiantances, so we don't really have the relationship where we can count on pick-up social backup on even low-level maneuvers. We don't know each other's broader agendas. We don't even know whether Alingge knows the others, and if so whether past associations have been positive or negative.

That's not to say I don't think it would work. Wang Chao seems the type to barge into an unveiled conversation relating to an area of his expertise. So that's fine. It's just that the main reason to want to grab a second are speculative at best, and the available second isn't a known reliable advocate. About the only reason remaining to greet Alingge first is because you like her better and want more of a focus slash update on her and maybe the riding practices of her clan/tribe. Nothing wrong with that, but not really the thrust of the exercise here.

[] Stick to the original plan, you can chat with Alingge when she inevitably comes to see Zhengui, but there's really no need to complicate things. Approach Wang Chao, greet and chat politely, ask for his help.

This is the plan for boring nerds, so naturally I approve.

[X] Stick to the original plan, you can chat with Alingge when she inevitably comes to see Zhengui, but there's really no need to complicate things. Approach Wang Chao, greet and chat politely, ask for his help.

I do have a measure of the same disquiet @Arkeus has where the options provided, and some of the player response, makes this feel like we're rebuffing sneaky manipulative social approaches when the factors on the ground just don't favor it at the moment. It appears to increase the risk of the situation(Wang overhearing goes wrong or Alingge has preexisting conflict with one or the other of the boys which sours the encounter when it's not happening in the context of her approaching to look at Zhengui) for no payoff that isn't process easing that appears unnecessary at the moment.

Having a mildly sneaky manipulative choice available is really nice, and I hope to see them again moving forwards.
 
[X] Stick to the original plan, you can chat with Alingge when she inevitably comes to see Zhengui, but there's really no need to complicate things. Approach Wang Chao, greet and chat politely, ask for his help.
 
[X] Stick to the original plan, you can chat with Alingge when she inevitably comes to see Zhengui, but there's really no need to complicate things. Approach Wang Chao, greet and chat politely, ask for his help.
 
Wang's family does Emerald Seas architecture/hardpoints and he isn't in full plate. My guess is that they're Tree Builders and not stone workers, since Stone Buildings are heresy. Did you know hardpoints are significantly more difficult to break if they have a little flexibility compared to more brittle Too Hard points? The original "ironside" American Naval ships in the Revolution had wood that happened to bend and dent instead of immediately splinter. One of the first forts under fire in the American Civil War had a lot of sand shoring up the walls that caused the cannon fire to go *whump* instead of breaching properly. The roots and growth of Emerald Seas probably understands the small yin flexibility within the Big Yang Hardbody.

but if he is stone I'm hoping for a stage-turret. That sounds like a mobile "The Wall" concert haha <3
 
[X] Approach Alingge first with a friendly greeting. You did say you would introduce her to Zhengui after all. Make a point to discuss what you're trying to work on within hearing of Wang Chao.
 
There was a cough from her left, and Yu Nuan spoke up. "Might want to dial it back, you're frosting the table."

Ling Qi blinked and looked down, then grimaced, hastily brushing the forming frost off the table and scrolls as she restrained herself.
I kind of wonder how much money goes into making paper and furnishing for higher cultivation handling. Thats quite a bit of accidental energy discharge from even a bit of emotional agitation.

Maybe they work with the spiritually touched byproducts of talisman and elixer craft? After you extract the cores I suppose a giant spirit boar is worth quite a lot of pigskin parchment that's at least durable enough to require deliberate efforts to damage it.
"Tch, even I can tell that's not what he's talking about," Yu Nuan drawled, letting the sparking scroll wriggle out of her hands to flutter back to the shelves.

Ling Qi gave her a grumpy look. She knew that. "How about you then? And don't tell me it's just dye, what's with the sudden flip to thunder and lightning?"

Yu Nuan scowled at her, but glanced aside after a moment. "...Been stuck for awhile. Figured I've just been burning undirected."

"Well at least she recognizes it, girl's first song might as well have been a wildfire," Sixiang mused.

"Anger and passion are useful things, but being directionless is no good," Ruan Shen agreed.
Fire for Passion and Attachment.
Thunder for Action and Initiative.
Heaven for Vision and Creativity.

Upgraded from Rebel Without A Cause to Visionary huh?
"And what do you know?" Yu Nuan challenged. "Never even met you before."

"I like to keep track of any cute and talented juniors who show a spark for music," Ruan Shen replied smoothly. "And you certainly did last year."

The other girl's cheeks reddened, but her scowl only deepened.
Sempai flirts like other people breathe.
"...And what are you looking to do, Senior Brother?" Ling Qi cut in. "I don't believe you're really holding back out of fear."

His smile faded. "Hm, will I get an answer in turn if I tell you?"

"...Yes," Ling Qi replied grudgingly

"Then for my shy Junior Sis, I'll give an answer," he chuckled. "I don't need something to blast or burn or overwhelm. I just have some conflicts I want to see settled and old wounds I want to see healed. Family isn't always a happy thing, you know?"
Family woes huh?
Underlying the root of his reluctance to advance into prominence perhaps?
Ling Qi bowed her head a little… that… she wasn;t going to ask anymore. But, she appreciated it. They were not really close, but if he was willing to say that much, she could find words for the snarl in her own heart. A moment passed in silence as Sixiang helped her formulate the words.
Reminds me of Moon Sempai's reciprocal answers technique.
That was neat.
"I've mostly been alone in life," Ling Qi said carefully. "Here, I've tried to work against that but… I really do default to doing things on my own." Had she not meditated on the way that loneliness was a keystone of her mind and spirit? A central drive to everything she did. "But I don't want to, I want to include other people, without having to consciously remind myself of it all the time. But even then, I can't stop either."

"Well, there you go. You've got a bit of a problem there, but… if I had to make a suggestion. This one," he reached across the table, tapping his finger against one of the scrolls. "Might be a good place to start. Sometimes you have to make sharp distinctions between parts of your life. Things you do, things you are. Clan and family. Wants and needs. Allies, enemies and friends too, of course."
His answer suggests this is something he's already considered a lot himself.
The difference between your clan as a polity bound by bonds of blood, and your family as a group bound by bonds of the heart.

Needs and wants are another pitfall for cultivators who rise young, since its really hard to distinguish even with a great deal of life experience.

To Ruan Shen, the in, out and about groups are almost an afterthought.

Ling Qi took the scroll in her hands. Winter Hearth Resounding… an art of lessons on boundaries, in addition to bolstering the effects of songs and reinforcing the flows of techniques. She had picked it up because of the duality in it, which she felt might help her better understand Zhengui. The aid in parsing her techniques to exclude allies from their negative effects had also attracted her eye. It might be a useful contrast to the other art she was intending to cultivate when she left.
Boundaries to contrast connections huh? Maybe there was something to that.
Boundaries to define connections I think.
A connection is meaningful for the gap they bridge between dissimilar things.
You could ask Bao Qian: Connections between dissimilar things are the most profitable and beneficial ones. Bring the surplus, meet the deficiency.
They had spent a while longer at the archive, discussing lighter topics of cultivation and music. Ling Qi workshopped the songs she was intending to play at Lady Cai's next gathering, Ruan Shen was more helpful sharing some details of a composition he was working on as part of training with an elder which he had won through a trial before all of this started. Even Yu Nuan had been coaxed to share a few bars of a song she was working on for a visit to the Thunder Palace.
Oh hey, forgot all about Inner Sect trials existing.
And Yu Nuan's still working on her demonstration piece huh?

So it was with a light heart that Ling Qi found her way back home, to the balcony that overlooked the garden in her family's house to cultivate the Harmony of Dancing Winds. With the soft strains of that melody drifting through the house, Ling Qi found her awareness drifting. She could feel Biyu valiantly fighting sleep as her Mother read to her a story of a brave princess and her animal friends, questing against an evil spirit. She was aware of the servants, gathering in the kitchens to have their own meal, full of chatter and laughter, and gossip about their lives in the greater town. She felt the shadow of other households, warded by muting formations, and people in the streets returning home with one eye on the sky.

It was, in a way like a pond, where one set of ripples would spread and spread, affecting others, or perhaps, as her liege might say, a loom, where each individual was a thread, intersecting and weaving through others lives. The lessons of the Harmony of Dancing Winds arts slipped through her thoughts as she played, refining the notes to mastery. She wondered, what did all of that mean to her.
Good to see the joy in those lives.

Still, if life is a loom, what a horribly tangled work it is.
All things are linked, some at greater remove, some at greater significance. It'd take a god's eye view to pry meaning from that.
She had long decided that she would not stop walking the path forward, even when obstacles presented themselves, even when things grew difficult. She had decided that on some matters there could be no compromise or retreat, that small endings were both acceptable and inevitable. But she did not want to be alone again.

The words and emotions of her family stung, and the pain in her dantian, the grinding feeling of something broken was real.

She needed to race forward without slowing.
She did not want to be alone.
Somebody need to introduce Ling Qi to the idea of a steering wheel.
She's running a linear race, not seeing that she'd advancing towards other objectives when she thought she was slowing down. A diagonal parh my bring you further yet than sprinting headlong.
Her melody faltered as her breath hitched, a sharp pain traveling up her spine. The pain arose from her, but's source was elsewhere, in the faint invisible strands that stretched back into the house, away over the hills, where Zhengui rested and Hanyi composed, and up into the mountains, where her friends resided.

In moving forward blindly, she hurt others. Through others, she hurt herself. By hurting herself, she had slowed down. This thought circled in her mind, chasing its own tail. She half expected Sixiang to comment, but the moon spirit was silent, respecting her need for introspection.

There was something to that thought, Ling Qi mused, even if it did not soothe the pain in her spirit. It wasn't an answer, just an observation. It was a good one though, she thought. Yes, it might not solve her current problem, but if she wished to avoid further wounds in the future, she could not afford to let her vision be so narrow.
If they are connected enough to hurt and hinder, they're connected enough to aid as well. A pull is but a push from the other perspective.
She had spent time looking into Wang Chao and the Wang clan in general, looking for a good way to approach them. What she had found did surprise her a little. They had been a viscount clan focused on architecture of all things before the rise of their current patriarch to the Sixth realm at Cai Shenhua's side.
Fun fact: Quite a LOT of Feng Shui principles are about building a safe dwelling resistant to assault and other such misfortunes, which were then encoded in rule of thumb mnemonics.

E.g. the most firm foundation lies in a home backed by a hill, with a river to the front. The slope prevents some accretion of waste matter and debris, on top of making it a literal uphill assault, the river ensures fresh water and food, but also makes all comers clearly visible and unable to approach either swiftly or unseen.
Wang Chao was that patriarch's grandson, who wasn't particularly high in considerations of succession. One of his aunts was the head of the clan, and one of her adult sons was the heir. His father was one of their generals, and his mother was a courtier from the Celestial Peaks. He wasn't the least talented of his siblings and cousins, he was just kind of… middle of the pack.

Something he was a bit prickly about, going by what she had picked up. Which wasn't surprising, he was eighteen years old, and she was already swiftly catching up to his cultivation.
If he's prickly about his talents then I think the whole "talk to Alingge first so he comes over" might suffer a tad from visibly valuing somebody else more even when seeking a favor of him.
However, she did have an opening, even if she would have to be careful not to prick his pride too much.

With the Sect at war, she really could use some more pointers on tactics and battlefield planning, particularly around Zhengui. She had promised to work harder to include him in her plans, and she meant to keep that promise. Which was where Wang Chao came in. The Wang families warriors specialized in tactics centered around fortresses and hardpoints after all.
Thats a good think, though I wonder how often they had to deal with mobile, field deployable fortresses. That are yeetable.
Asking someone for a favor was a good way of making them well inclined toward you after all, and if she could get some more practical use out of it as well… that was just a bonus.
Ling Qi, no, this is a social Interaction, not a social combat!
She spotted Wang Chao, the stout young man was armed and armored, he balanced a heavy pike on his shoulder and wore armor that was enameled in dark green. It wasn't quite the full plate that Gan Guangli liked to thunder around in, but it was pretty heavy by the looks of it. He was laughing about something in one of the training rings, reaching down to help up his opponent who lay on the ground. She glanced at the other boy, only to furrow her brow, did she recognize him from somewhere…?
How heavy was Gan's armor anyways?
Also oof, Ling Qi didn't even remember his face.

#savage
"It's sword boy. You know the one I peeked at under the hood for you?" Sixiang reminded her.

Ling Qi's eyebrow twitched. "You did that on your own."

She shook her head as Sixiang chuckled, deliberately ignoring the flash of well exercised pectoral muscles that the spirit flashed in her thoughts. Liang He, that was the name. If Wang Chao knew him, she supposed his grumpiness at the party made more sense. Her eyes wandered over the rest of the field, and blinked in surprise as she spotted a third person she recognized. Alingge, the girl from the hunting party was at the other end of the field, squinting down range at the target's a long bow of white wood in her hands.

...hey, Sixiang can take photos!
And dang, those be fine abs.
 
[x] Stick to the original plan, you can chat with Alingge when she inevitably comes to see Zhengui, but there's really no need to complicate things. Approach Wang Chao, greet and chat politely, ask for his help.
 
[X] Stick to the original plan, you can chat with Alingge when she inevitably comes to see Zhengui, but there's really no need to complicate things. Approach Wang Chao, greet and chat politely, ask for his help.
 
Has Zhengui Ninja Tortoise joke been done before? An elder Rat spirit taking his four adopted turtle sons to train with the ancient one in the art of stealth?
 
[X] Stick to the original plan, you can chat with Alingge when she inevitably comes to see Zhengui, but there's really no need to complicate things. Approach Wang Chao, greet and chat politely, ask for his help.
 
Has Zhengui Ninja Tortoise joke been done before? An elder Rat spirit taking his four adopted turtle sons to train with the ancient one in the art of stealth?
Not that specific one. We've joked about how there are no safe 'innocuous' boulders and about yeeting a fucking turtle at people, but nothing TMNT related.
 
Insert Tally... hmm yep nothin new
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Well let them, she thought with a huff. She may not be the sort of woman her mother would have preferred, but Xiulan had learned her lessons well enough. Let the gossips do as they liked, she would roast them with words as well as she could flames.

"I bet you could get away with setting at least a few of them on fire," Linhuo giggled. The fairy manifested as a warmth radiating from the center of her chest, setting Xiulan at ease. "Maybe just one? Strong statements are important!"

Xiulan smiled faintly. Linhuo was a quick study, if a little direct. She wasn't entirely wrong either, if she was going to do this, to lean into a more masculine demeanor, throwing down a challenge or two would hardly go amiss. Strength needed no explanation.
Taking the same strategy used by Liling?
Seems she had picked up some insights regarding the opinions of others and how little it could matter.
"Lady Gu, my scouts have reported a disturbance ahead," the old man replied, lowering his head. "We have Walkers ahead assaulting the village we were meant to stop at."

"What in the world are these borderlanders doing," Xiulan said with an exasperated frown. She peered outside. They were beyond the borders of Emerald Seas at this point but not by much. The land here was mostly flat, a stony plain marked by scrub brush, the occasional withered tree and little bubbling streams. If she squinted, she could see smoke rising in the distance. "You would think that they could handle the stragglers the rest of us have already culled."
Say...this particular phenomenon sounds uncomfortably familiar when put along side the Cloud Nomad situation isn't it?

Certainly the terrain sounds a lot like they should have been able to see and start pecking away at any attacking force at range long before they reached the walls.
The man she was speaking too was peering ahead with a frown. An old man well into his second century. Sho Yun sat astride a black furred charger and wore the regalia of the Gu. Polished armor enameled with red and gold, with twin feather plumes atop his helm. A cultivator at the sixth step of the third realm, he had been the guardian of the Gu family's children for many decades. His face showed his age in a way few cultivators did, and was marked by deep wrinkles and weathered by sun and wind.
"I cannot say Lady Gu," Captain Yun replied blandly. "If the Lady will excuse us. I and the others will move forward to assist…"

She gave the old man a hard look. "Captain, you are not implying that I am to stay behind are you. Do you think me a coward or a child?"

Sho Yun's expression was difficult to read behind the snarling face mask of his helmet, but it was easy enough to read the resignation in his eyes. Honestly this was the problem with retainers like him, they could never acknowledge when their charges has grown up. "Of course not Lady Gu, I merely believed the incursion beneath your attention."

"Well it is not," Xiulan sniffed. "I will not shirk my duties. Saddle my horse and prepare to ride out."

The old man thumped an armored fist against his breastplate and lowered his head. To his credit, he did not question her further, and instead immediately turned to bawling out his men to speed their preparations.
Its the best kind of retainer - one whose loyalty is beyond reproach but remains able to doubt without insubordination
Xiulan smirked, standing to emerge from the carriage. Father had sent only a small detachment out to receive her, a mere twenty men, though they were all veterans she noted clinically, older men and women of the second realm. Within moments a horse had been readied for her, a slim mare with an ash grey coat marked by sparking embers. She swung herself into the saddle with only a little hesitation. It had been more than a year since she had ridden, but one never really forgot.
Ponyta!
Father's riding lessons had been one of the rare moments when the head of the Gu clan had been able to make time for his daughters. Very soon, the soldiers of Gu had gathered on the road ahead.
Such is the way of cultivators, I think, and we can see that he DOES care, or he wouldn't have made time to teach personally, its just that his time is so disproportionately valuable that spending time doing nothing much is too wasteful.
"Men, Vermillion Two formation," the captain barked harshly. "Lady Gu, take the center if you would."

Gu Xiulan tossed her hair proudly and did as he asked, trotted her mount to the center of the forming wedge while the captain took the front, a heavy golden spear materializing in his grasp. This too was a maneuver she knew from lessons, though she had never taken part in the real thing.

Yes, whatever anyone said, she was not a child. She was a Lady of the Gu clan. She was second only to her sister among her whole generation. Fire was her blood, in battle she thrived. On her shoulder a slender figure of pure flame and crackling lightning materialized, and the heat rising from her skin began to distort the air. Beneath her her horse whinnied tossing it's mane and stamping, kicking up dully glowing red sparks.

"Forward!" Captain Yun roared, and the formation moved.

Xiulan's grin grew, taking on a manic edge as she felt the qi of her Father's soldiers swirling around her. The soldiers of Argent Sect were well trained, but in the end, they were not Gu clan soldiers. She breathed in and the fire within her roared as she drank in the vibrant tinder of the Vermillion Formation Art. Her hair caught fire, flickering tongues of blue and white dancing in the rising heat, and all around her the dull sparks kicked up by a score of hoofbeats roared into a conflagration.
What little I recall of Xiulan's arts was that they were basically a qi reactor thing, takes an input, turbocharges it, at the risk of using up more energy than you can spare if you fail the gamble.

The Vermillion Formation seems to take the whole squad's qi and dump it into the reactor to have everyone get the same boost without everyone needing to learn the difficult cultivation art.
It was a tiny settlement, little more than a rest stop on a long trade route, a few dozen buildings surrounded by a low stone palisade. Yet the gates were already broken open, and even now the Walkers surged through, screams rose from inside the village, but the attackers themselves moved in eerie silence.

Ash Walkers were the bane of Golden Fields, and had been since the Cataclysm. The unquiet remains of both the Twilight King's armies and soldiers of the empire slain in the final blast, their numbers were without end. They wore the shapes of men from days past, withered and skeletal, wearing the tattered and melted remains of armor and tabards, and where they walked, the world was cold. In contrast to the burning heat of the desert, the Walkers drank heat in and were as cold as death.
Yin Fire. Consumption without radiation.
Probably good odds that the Walkers are literally fueled by the ambient heat, not that theres anything which could be done about that. Water arts might have some conceptual advantage to dealing with that but again, good luck cultivating Water in the desert which is also on fire.
Gu Xiulan released the reigns of her mount, trusting the beast charge with the others and raised her hands above her head, where blinding tongues of white flame began to curl up her fingers. Pain shot through her damaged arm, but she had long since learned to ignore that. Power poured into her hands, not just from her own dantian, but from the men around her, the flows of the Vermilion Formation art refining and fusing the power of a score of men into sheer blazing heat. The horses whinnied and manes burst into flames, heavenly sparks danced on the tips of spears. Sparks and embers danced around her raised hands.

Lances of flame struck from the heavens, bolts of boiling sunlight that struck withered dusty flesh and reduced it back to ash in but an instant. By the time the rear of the Walker formation had begun to turn, slow and ponderous, a score of their number had been reduced to ashen smears.
I recognize this one! Cataphract charge!
Advance with covering fire, then transition into lances applying shock and penetration into the disrupted ranks.
Albeit not usually with attacs that resemble light artillery
It did not take long for the battle to end. There had been few Walkers, a mere handful of hundreds, barely enough to give them the awareness of beasts, this far from the Grave.
Hivemind, I think this was mentioned before, but it bears to keep in mind that it favors indiscriminate kills applied onto as many targets as possible for the opening salvos, rather than the usual decapitation strategies sensible in a world of cultivators.
So it was not long before the question of the mysterious fighter was answered.

He was tall, as tall as Ling Qi with wide shoulders and a veritable mane of auburn hair. He had stood in the path of their charge in the main street as it ground to a halt, crouch atop a small mountain of crushed Walkers. He was barefoot, wearing only a dusty and travelworn brown robe, and over his shoulders rested a long staff carved from red wood. Only the band of gold around his forehead showed any wealth.

"Ho there, thanks for the assist!" He called as she and the soldiers who had remained in the center pulled up to a halt. "It took a little while for me to wake up, so these buggers were already through the gates by the time I'd rolled outta bed."

Oh dear, Gu Xiulan thought, taking in the wild looking young man, he looked younger than her sister but his cultivation was a match for Captain Yun's.

"But this is convenient! You're Gu clan aren'tcha? I'm Zheng Nan, and I'm on my way to talk to your head man."
Really rocking the Sun Wukong look, with a few small differences
-Headband - I suppose in setting the Zheng clan founder probably would be the lady who put the free spirit under bondage and nookie rather than the ascetic monk binding him against violence.
-Staff - Its supposed to be red gold and ornamented with gold hoops, but that probably seems a bit impractical for most.

Also hell, his name. Zheng Nan literally is "Handsome Guy" and Sun Wukong always loved to introduce himself as the beautiful monkey king.
Odd that a Zheng is approaching Golden Fields through Emerald Seas border though, isn't that in the wrong direction? Or for the matter, having a better plan for making contact with the provincial leader than just approaching on foot?

It definitely feels a lot like the Reveler's gigs. He certainly wouldn't care too much about the political implications.
 
I was reading over the archives, and I have had a thought. Se saw a note, when we decided not to send Mom away, that Ling Qi could feel a snarl in her psyche unsnarling and relaxing away. It was a heart-demon dodged. We've had another case where there's dissonance between some of our principles, and we've had an insight that at least helps with one of them. Okay. So one of the big things going on here is that Ling Qi needs a coherent worldview, and a vision of her place in that world that fits in with that world view. It's a thing she *needs*. So... maybe we should work on coming up with one? Or at least a rough pathway forward? It's gotta help, right? If nothing else, it'll let us spot when insights and things of like nature help things move along mroe smoothly or snarl things up worse. We're going to have more decisions in the future that could go either way, after all.

At a basic level, our current dissonance is between Ling Qi's need to continually drive forward (and by now it *is* a Need. She has chosen it willingly. She will never be rid of it) and her embrace of a family - many of whom simply cannot keep up with her. Her Mom is vanishingly unlikely to ever make it out of Red/Gold. Most of her allies will not be able to maintain her rate of advancement. At some point she will marry, and it is highly likely that whoever she does marry won't be able to keep up with her either. She will have children, and most of those children will not show the same talent she has, nor the desperate, hungry drive. Her sister... who knows how much talent she has? Still, though, all of these people are her family. Her dissonance is fundamentally that if she does not make them part of her life, then they're not really family, but if they can't give her back something important, then all they are is barriers on the path to cultivation, and she's already decided that she refuses to be drowned in those. So... how can they give back? Her mom, her sister, her children, those of her friends that she slowly outstrips - what's the payoff at the core that makes the relationship more than one-sided, that makes it worthwhile for her hypermotivated cultivation aspect to spend the time to maintain and nurture those relationships?

I don't think that Ling Qi has thought of it that way, consciously, because it's a kind of cold way to think of your family, but that's what she needs, I think, to make it all work. I imagine it's the sort of insight/precept/realization/approach that would result in having allies in her aura also give benefits back to her.

Thoughts?
 
I don't claim to have any kind of solution, but I have been thinking about a related problem, though it's one that hasn't blown up in our face yet.

It's been mentioned before that Cai Renxiang is irritated by the diversity of different familial relationships and inheritance systems across the Empire. Her aspect that she decided to put first and above all others was her desire for purity.

Without any kind of counterbalance to this, I wouldn't be surprised if CRX was to decide to rationalize inheritance systems within the Emerald Seas, and that could get bloody.

... Which is why I'd really like to get an insight out of a [Contrasts] Art, something about different and distinct elements working to strengthen each other.

We... can't really trust CRX to balance her domain healthily entirely on her own, or we wouldn't have had to have that discussion with her about it not being a disaster that she's not a clone of her mother. But by the same standard, she listened when we had that discussion, so there's certainly room to maneuver on the issue.
 
I was reading over the archives, and I have had a thought. Se saw a note, when we decided not to send Mom away, that Ling Qi could feel a snarl in her psyche unsnarling and relaxing away. It was a heart-demon dodged. We've had another case where there's dissonance between some of our principles, and we've had an insight that at least helps with one of them. Okay. So one of the big things going on here is that Ling Qi needs a coherent worldview, and a vision of her place in that world that fits in with that world view. It's a thing she *needs*. So... maybe we should work on coming up with one? Or at least a rough pathway forward? It's gotta help, right? If nothing else, it'll let us spot when insights and things of like nature help things move along mroe smoothly or snarl things up worse. We're going to have more decisions in the future that could go either way, after all.

At a basic level, our current dissonance is between Ling Qi's need to continually drive forward (and by now it *is* a Need. She has chosen it willingly. She will never be rid of it) and her embrace of a family - many of whom simply cannot keep up with her. Her Mom is vanishingly unlikely to ever make it out of Red/Gold. Most of her allies will not be able to maintain her rate of advancement. At some point she will marry, and it is highly likely that whoever she does marry won't be able to keep up with her either. She will have children, and most of those children will not show the same talent she has, nor the desperate, hungry drive. Her sister... who knows how much talent she has? Still, though, all of these people are her family. Her dissonance is fundamentally that if she does not make them part of her life, then they're not really family, but if they can't give her back something important, then all they are is barriers on the path to cultivation, and she's already decided that she refuses to be drowned in those. So... how can they give back? Her mom, her sister, her children, those of her friends that she slowly outstrips - what's the payoff at the core that makes the relationship more than one-sided, that makes it worthwhile for her hypermotivated cultivation aspect to spend the time to maintain and nurture those relationships?

I don't think that Ling Qi has thought of it that way, consciously, because it's a kind of cold way to think of your family, but that's what she needs, I think, to make it all work. I imagine it's the sort of insight/precept/realization/approach that would result in having allies in her aura also give benefits back to her.

Thoughts?
How to ..... Okay I don't even know how to answer that? How do you get a desperate girl from the streets thrust into high level politics and philosophy to realize the best way forward?
Honestly this seems like the kind of insight that would come from spending time with others instead of seeking it.
I don't know. Seek new relationships become a social butterfly, spend more time on consulting on her arts maybe pick up a profession or formations as a hobby? There is an argument to be made that maybe she should slow down a little and pick up some other skills and arts and work to polish them?.
About how high does her cultivation have to be by the tourney or by any other point in time? Is the tourney in 2 years?
 
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