- Location
- the internet
Hmm. IMO World Rhythm sounds cooler but Echoes is more appropriate bc of our Domain. Idk.
And yes coming up the names is a lot fun! Yrs comes up with some of the coolest names, idk how he does it.
Threads Of Destiny(Eastern Fantasy, Sequel to Forge of Destiny)
- Thread starter yrsillar
- Start date
- Original Users' Choice!
Voted best in category in the Users' Choice awards.
And yes coming up the names is a lot fun! Yrs comes up with some of the coolest names, idk how he does it.
- Location
- the internet
Resonance sounds cool too.
BungieONI
Seven gremlins in a trench coat
- Location
- Lickwidget
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Might have some potential for "Bullshit Cultivator Hax" as well if you have a means of perception that's like hearing things and the range of that perception is treated like defining a space, kind of like how the Mist is treated as defining a space. If you redefine "one thing" as being synonymous with "this defined space" then that's the sort of thing that lets you intently focus on every vein on every leaf of every tree in a grove of trees.
You know, appropriately mythical for a higher tier cultivator.
Turn 8 End
"Heh, well, I never said that no one else would listen in," said the blonde spirit
Hanyi decided then and there that she really didn't like her.
Those words shattered the moment of stillness. Above her, Zhen spun and bared searing, white hot fangs as veins of sickly black corruption spread through the psychedelic Dreamstuff all around them, pulsing and wet like exposed veins. Gui began to ponderously turn, far too slow as those veins flattened, and sharpened, forming ribbons of black and red.
Behind them, that smug spirit cackled and dissolved into drifting motes of pale blue light, and Bian Ya's eyes widened in alarm, her hand swept up, a war fan shimmering into existence as the wind kicked up, wrapping around them like a cloak, filling Hanyi with a lightness she had not felt since descending the mountain.
Her fox companion was rising to her feet, Su Ling was mid turn. Hanyi's voice was just beginning to rise into Mother's aria.
The rat-thing's power finished gathering. A cage of ribbons closed around it, flat as paper, flatter perhaps, as if they would disappear if viewed from the side. Two dozen ribbons writhed, coming together about its head, twisting into a spiralling lance that bloomed with power.
Power that was too familiar, Hanyi felt her stomach drop. She had tried so hard to access power like that. It was her birthright, it was! She just couldn't get the hang of it! She could hear the faint wail of the Dream that touched it, felt it disintegrate, felt it End.
The lance of Consumption shot forward, trailing ribbons of darkness, aimed squarely at Bian Ya.
It struck Xuan Shi instead.
It didn't change course, and Xuan Shi didn't move. Instead, Hanyi felt something in the world bend, and the lance was flying toward Xuan Shi's outstretched hand instead, as if it had never been aimed anywhere else.
The lance struck with a sound like a vast temple gong behind struck, and there was a terrible grinding scream like nails being dragged across glass. The scent of the sea tickled Hanyi's nose as interlocking pentagonal planes bloomed out from Xuan Shi's palm, Three layers thick, they exuded weight and solidity, each one looming like the wall of a fortress.
The first layer shattered instantly, ground down, broken, Consumed. Xuan Shi's sleeve shredded, revealing a thick arm marked by patchy black scales.
The second shattered, and ribbons of Nothing split and splintered, shrinking the spiralling lance. Xuan Shi's collar tore, and strips of skin were flayed back, from wrist to shoulder. His collar tore, revealing his grimace.
The third layer shattered, and gray lightning rippled out from the diminished lance, now more of a beam of solid black. It struck his palm, and for just a moment, it looked as if Xuan Shi had caught the attack and stopped it cold in his hand.
Then there was a spray of blood and his shoulder erupted in gore, as the lance shot off into the sky. But even as his left arm dropped uselessly to his side, he leveled his staff at the rat-thing and growled out a single word.
"Return."
The will hewn stone at their feet cracked, the dream howled and a hammer of force equal in power to the lance and more, roared out like a tsunami.
Outside of her confinement, Hanyi sang at the top of her voice and called winter into the Dream. Falling snow mingled with swirling ash in a flurry of steam and Zhengui bellowed a challenge.
A fox pounced and rippled midair, transforming into a woman with blonde hair and a rose pink dress, identical to the face that spirit had worn, save for the cruel and smug cast of her features. The fox seized Su Ling and spun her out of the way of a lashing black ribbon as four points of blue white fire bloomed in an arc around her shoulders.
Bian Ya rose into the air on a billow of wind, and her fan flared a verdant green as flowers bloomed from the stone under their feet, filling the air with an empowering pollen.
And Ling Qi was trapped. She had been half conscious, delirious on arrival, but she could feel the damage she had to herself. Too much Dream Qi, too quickly, flooding meridians not attuned for its use. It had been more painful than anything she had ever experienced. Ling Qi could still recall the feeling of part of her spirit melting like stone under Meizhen's venom. The tangle of color and sound and memory that had threatened to drown her and wash everything away before Sixiang had spun themselves into a barrier between Ling Qi and the sea of Dream.
She could see and hear, but she couldn't express herself outward. She couldn't tell Zhengui that she would be alright. She couldn't tell Hanyi not to worry. She could only watch them bicker and fight, clearly pained by what had happened to her.
Outside, black ribbons spiralled together into a rippling portal big enough to swallow Zhengui, and only a desperate sweep of her fan blew Bian Ya far enough away to avoid it's touch. Xuan Shi tore open a belt pouch with a hand that should have been useless, and fourteen ceramic plates spun out, blazing with Sea green qi to nail ribbons in place, with barriers of sea green qi.
And now, she lay helpless while friends and allies fought an enemy above any of them.
She hated this.
"It's a pretty bad situation, huh," a voice whispered in her ear.
If she were able to move, she would have jerked. "Who…" Ling Qi's voice echoed back to her, bouncing from the shimmering barrier that Sixiang had formed around her. But she recognized that voice, not the sound of it, but the feel of it. "Why aren't you helping them," Ling Qi hissed into the dark.
"Why should I? There's quite a nice little story going on out there," the voice replied. It no longer sounded like a woman, the voice of that spirit, but the unpleasant edge remained. "I'm a sucker for desperate last stands, you know?"
Ling Qi felt her prison shudder as Zhengui pulled back into his shell under the lash of ribbons, and felt him tremble as they bit into his shell and drew blood. This thing wasn't Bian Ya's spirit, that much was now clear. Bian Ya wouldn't bind an unwilling spirit, and a willing one would help. What was it though, a muse like Sixiang? That didn't seem quite right. "...How are you even talking to me. Who are you?"
"Heh, good dreams can never keep nightmares at bay, you know that pretty well I'd think," the voice whispered. "And wow, I have to give it to you, what you've done to my sappy cousin here? Great stuff. Never would have thought I'd see one of them twisted until they could still themselves like this on purpose. Wow that's gotta hurt."
"I didn't do anything to Sixiang," Ling Qi snapped. They had done this on their own, by their own choice. She couldn't feel any pain from them, this thing was obviously just messing with her.
She watched Zhengui and Xuan Shi stomp forward, shrouded in ash and snow, weathering the hissing ribbons that slipped through Xuan Shi's barriers while Hanyi sang her heart outlashing their surroundings with cold.
Overhead, foxfire wisps whirled and gathered, multiplying by the moment even as they rained down like shooting stars.
"Whatever you say, you greedy little thing," the wheedling voice bit at her ears like a fly.
The Shishigui leader stood unbowed through, shrouded in his ribbons, only Xuan Shi's initial counter attack had wounded it, one of the creatures hands was bent and broken where it had received the attack, and black blood dripped from the corner of the shishigui's maw.
Su Ling floated above everyone on a wispy platform of cloud, clutching her saber desperately as her eyes flicked back and forth, trying and failing to fully follow the action.
"Mmph, that's some good stuff too, that girl is a feast, but that boy out front…. Look at him go, gonna kill himself for a bunch of people who barely know his name. How tragic," the open ecstasy in the spirits voice was deeply unnerving.
"Fuck off," Ling Qi hissed, it took everything she had not to flex her power against the entrapping cocoon. Even if she was hurt and weakened she could do something, she could help, but she didn't know if she could without hurting Sixiang
"Oh, do you want out. I might be able to help with that," the voice wheedled. "Just cause I like you greedy girl. Kongyou's pretty good at getting where they need to be, you know? Want a hand? They're gonna die anyway if things stay as they are."
Ling Qi grit her teeth, the spirit just kept talking. The sound of their voice grated on her ears, but could she really say that it was wrong. They were fighting a Fortification stage cultivator, and although the enemy had been wounded in the opening exchange, nothing hence had so much as phased it.
Hanyi just wasn't strong enough, her songs barely spread frost across the attacking growing serpent's nest of striking ribbons. Zhengui was enduring, but that was all. Xuan Shi was being ground down inch by inch, while Bian Ya flitted ineffectually overhead.
If she had just been stronger than this…
"If you hadn't wasted so much time, maybe you could have been," the spirit, Kongyou murmured. "But hey, no judgement, it's easy to get complacent you know? Thought you could afford to play around with the kiddies. Well, here we are, look how much difference it's made."
Hanyi yelped and dove off the side of Zhengui's shell in a flurry of snowflakes as a ribbons slashed through where her neck had been, and Zhen's boiling venom cooled and soaked uselessly into the shell of ribbons it splashed across, giving him only a few bloody slashes across the snout for his trouble.
"But it's fixable you know. I could give you a little assist, a lil mid 'fight power up'. C'mon, you have to take care of this lot, right? No one else is going too."
"And what do you get out of this?" Ling Qi spat, she wasn't stupid. She knew their had to be a catch.
"A story is a story you know, one persons victory is another's loss. Confidence and surety crumbling into helpless rage as you die, far far from home or anyone who could save you knowing that your people, the ones you swore to protect will be next, that's a flavor too."
It took Ling Qi a second to understand. The spirit was talking about the Shishigui. She shoved the thought out of her head. But…
What was she thinking?
Ling Qi blinked as the thought rose through her increasingly panicked thoughts, cutting through the noise in her head.
Domain Immunity to Compulsion Activates
"Tch," Kongyou hissed in annoyance. "That's a real annoying trait."
Somehow that was what finally broke it. The battle still raged around her, everyone was still fighting. Nothing she had seen was wrong. But her perspective had been warped. The fighting was far from one sided.
Bian Ya circled the battlefield, and the flowers that bloomed below rejuvenated flagging spirits, their pollen mingled with Zhengui's ash and mended wounds. Xuan Shi was battered and wounded but unbowed, and barriers by the dozen bloomed across the battlefield, pinning ribbons, shielding allies and forming the lines of an increasingly complex pattern around their foe.
Su Ling stood with Bian Ya's spirit with a white knuckles grip on her saber, but her qi was being channeled upward into the growing cloud of foxfire hanging over the battlefield. The rippling lines of explosions that rained down from the sky harried the shishigui, keeping him from holding still, hemming in his movements.
And Hanyi and Zhengui were at the front, with Xuan Shi. Roiling roots were growing through the stone under their feet, growing and growing, and although Hanyi's new gown was stained red from wounds, she was still singing, always staying near, hovering over Ling Qi's cocoon.
Ling Qi looked at herself, she saw a girl who was held together only by the help of her friend, who would get out there, and only hurt herself more. Might even distract someone at a crucial moment. Her qi was depleted and her spirit was wounded. What was she thinking?
The Dream thrummed with satisfaction, and the fly in the ear feeling of the other spirit faded away with one last irritated grumble, as a one armed shadow bloomed behind their foe and a knife flashed.
Ling Qi forced herself to close her eyes as Zhengui let out a bellow.
She could trust them.
Turn 8 End
+100 Sect points, +30 Contribution Points
Advance to rank Rank 705
Month Vote Time!
Funds
Income:
Sect: 2 Green Stones 60 yellow
Liege: 3 Green Stones
Expenses:
Household Expenses Increase! (Pills/Medicines)
Cost defrayed by Cai contacts
+4 Red Stones per month
Household: 10 red stones
Spirits: 2 Green Stone -Paid by Cai
186 Red Stones
477 Yellow Stones
20 Green Stones
182 Sect Points
115 Contribution Points
How many stones will you use?
4 Free Green stones automatically used due to cultivation arts and sites
[] Additional Stones
How much will you invest in pills and medicine this month?
Low-5 dice for 5 red stones per action
[] Medium- 10 dice for 15 red stones per action Provided freely from Cai Renxiang
[] High- 20 dice for 25 (40-15) red stones per action
[] Very High- 30 dice for 60(75-15) red stones per action
What would you like to cultivate this month? (Select 1 subvote per category)
[] Physical Cultivation
[] Spiritual Cultivation
[] Meridian
-[] Head, Heart, Spine, Arm, Lung, Leg
[] Art
[] Unlearned Art (replace with desired art
[] Take Sect Jobs(Earns Sect Points 11-20 per AP, provides penalized exploration roll)
[] Perform Sect Duties (Earns Contribution Points 1-4 per AP, provides a penalized exploration roll)
[] Exploration Via New Moon Sect Map (MAX 2 AP)
[] Research Arts in Sect archive (Max 1 AP)
[] Research Formations in the Archive(Max 1 AP)
[/] Household Time (1AP, locked)
[] Skill training
-Example
[] Skill plan 1
-Dex 3, Manip 3, Presence 1, Stamina 1(16 dice)
-Spirit Ken 3, Athletics 2, Dance 1, Empathy 2, Fade 2, fortitude 2, Speech 1, Perceptiveness 2, Stealth 3(18 dice)
-Woodwind 3(6 dice)
Hanyi decided then and there that she really didn't like her.
Those words shattered the moment of stillness. Above her, Zhen spun and bared searing, white hot fangs as veins of sickly black corruption spread through the psychedelic Dreamstuff all around them, pulsing and wet like exposed veins. Gui began to ponderously turn, far too slow as those veins flattened, and sharpened, forming ribbons of black and red.
Behind them, that smug spirit cackled and dissolved into drifting motes of pale blue light, and Bian Ya's eyes widened in alarm, her hand swept up, a war fan shimmering into existence as the wind kicked up, wrapping around them like a cloak, filling Hanyi with a lightness she had not felt since descending the mountain.
Her fox companion was rising to her feet, Su Ling was mid turn. Hanyi's voice was just beginning to rise into Mother's aria.
The rat-thing's power finished gathering. A cage of ribbons closed around it, flat as paper, flatter perhaps, as if they would disappear if viewed from the side. Two dozen ribbons writhed, coming together about its head, twisting into a spiralling lance that bloomed with power.
Power that was too familiar, Hanyi felt her stomach drop. She had tried so hard to access power like that. It was her birthright, it was! She just couldn't get the hang of it! She could hear the faint wail of the Dream that touched it, felt it disintegrate, felt it End.
The lance of Consumption shot forward, trailing ribbons of darkness, aimed squarely at Bian Ya.
It struck Xuan Shi instead.
It didn't change course, and Xuan Shi didn't move. Instead, Hanyi felt something in the world bend, and the lance was flying toward Xuan Shi's outstretched hand instead, as if it had never been aimed anywhere else.
The lance struck with a sound like a vast temple gong behind struck, and there was a terrible grinding scream like nails being dragged across glass. The scent of the sea tickled Hanyi's nose as interlocking pentagonal planes bloomed out from Xuan Shi's palm, Three layers thick, they exuded weight and solidity, each one looming like the wall of a fortress.
The first layer shattered instantly, ground down, broken, Consumed. Xuan Shi's sleeve shredded, revealing a thick arm marked by patchy black scales.
The second shattered, and ribbons of Nothing split and splintered, shrinking the spiralling lance. Xuan Shi's collar tore, and strips of skin were flayed back, from wrist to shoulder. His collar tore, revealing his grimace.
The third layer shattered, and gray lightning rippled out from the diminished lance, now more of a beam of solid black. It struck his palm, and for just a moment, it looked as if Xuan Shi had caught the attack and stopped it cold in his hand.
Then there was a spray of blood and his shoulder erupted in gore, as the lance shot off into the sky. But even as his left arm dropped uselessly to his side, he leveled his staff at the rat-thing and growled out a single word.
"Return."
The will hewn stone at their feet cracked, the dream howled and a hammer of force equal in power to the lance and more, roared out like a tsunami.
***
Inside of the cocoon, Ling Qi tried not to scream.Outside of her confinement, Hanyi sang at the top of her voice and called winter into the Dream. Falling snow mingled with swirling ash in a flurry of steam and Zhengui bellowed a challenge.
A fox pounced and rippled midair, transforming into a woman with blonde hair and a rose pink dress, identical to the face that spirit had worn, save for the cruel and smug cast of her features. The fox seized Su Ling and spun her out of the way of a lashing black ribbon as four points of blue white fire bloomed in an arc around her shoulders.
Bian Ya rose into the air on a billow of wind, and her fan flared a verdant green as flowers bloomed from the stone under their feet, filling the air with an empowering pollen.
And Ling Qi was trapped. She had been half conscious, delirious on arrival, but she could feel the damage she had to herself. Too much Dream Qi, too quickly, flooding meridians not attuned for its use. It had been more painful than anything she had ever experienced. Ling Qi could still recall the feeling of part of her spirit melting like stone under Meizhen's venom. The tangle of color and sound and memory that had threatened to drown her and wash everything away before Sixiang had spun themselves into a barrier between Ling Qi and the sea of Dream.
She could see and hear, but she couldn't express herself outward. She couldn't tell Zhengui that she would be alright. She couldn't tell Hanyi not to worry. She could only watch them bicker and fight, clearly pained by what had happened to her.
Outside, black ribbons spiralled together into a rippling portal big enough to swallow Zhengui, and only a desperate sweep of her fan blew Bian Ya far enough away to avoid it's touch. Xuan Shi tore open a belt pouch with a hand that should have been useless, and fourteen ceramic plates spun out, blazing with Sea green qi to nail ribbons in place, with barriers of sea green qi.
And now, she lay helpless while friends and allies fought an enemy above any of them.
She hated this.
"It's a pretty bad situation, huh," a voice whispered in her ear.
If she were able to move, she would have jerked. "Who…" Ling Qi's voice echoed back to her, bouncing from the shimmering barrier that Sixiang had formed around her. But she recognized that voice, not the sound of it, but the feel of it. "Why aren't you helping them," Ling Qi hissed into the dark.
"Why should I? There's quite a nice little story going on out there," the voice replied. It no longer sounded like a woman, the voice of that spirit, but the unpleasant edge remained. "I'm a sucker for desperate last stands, you know?"
Ling Qi felt her prison shudder as Zhengui pulled back into his shell under the lash of ribbons, and felt him tremble as they bit into his shell and drew blood. This thing wasn't Bian Ya's spirit, that much was now clear. Bian Ya wouldn't bind an unwilling spirit, and a willing one would help. What was it though, a muse like Sixiang? That didn't seem quite right. "...How are you even talking to me. Who are you?"
"Heh, good dreams can never keep nightmares at bay, you know that pretty well I'd think," the voice whispered. "And wow, I have to give it to you, what you've done to my sappy cousin here? Great stuff. Never would have thought I'd see one of them twisted until they could still themselves like this on purpose. Wow that's gotta hurt."
"I didn't do anything to Sixiang," Ling Qi snapped. They had done this on their own, by their own choice. She couldn't feel any pain from them, this thing was obviously just messing with her.
She watched Zhengui and Xuan Shi stomp forward, shrouded in ash and snow, weathering the hissing ribbons that slipped through Xuan Shi's barriers while Hanyi sang her heart outlashing their surroundings with cold.
Overhead, foxfire wisps whirled and gathered, multiplying by the moment even as they rained down like shooting stars.
"Whatever you say, you greedy little thing," the wheedling voice bit at her ears like a fly.
The Shishigui leader stood unbowed through, shrouded in his ribbons, only Xuan Shi's initial counter attack had wounded it, one of the creatures hands was bent and broken where it had received the attack, and black blood dripped from the corner of the shishigui's maw.
Su Ling floated above everyone on a wispy platform of cloud, clutching her saber desperately as her eyes flicked back and forth, trying and failing to fully follow the action.
"Mmph, that's some good stuff too, that girl is a feast, but that boy out front…. Look at him go, gonna kill himself for a bunch of people who barely know his name. How tragic," the open ecstasy in the spirits voice was deeply unnerving.
"Fuck off," Ling Qi hissed, it took everything she had not to flex her power against the entrapping cocoon. Even if she was hurt and weakened she could do something, she could help, but she didn't know if she could without hurting Sixiang
"Oh, do you want out. I might be able to help with that," the voice wheedled. "Just cause I like you greedy girl. Kongyou's pretty good at getting where they need to be, you know? Want a hand? They're gonna die anyway if things stay as they are."
Ling Qi grit her teeth, the spirit just kept talking. The sound of their voice grated on her ears, but could she really say that it was wrong. They were fighting a Fortification stage cultivator, and although the enemy had been wounded in the opening exchange, nothing hence had so much as phased it.
Hanyi just wasn't strong enough, her songs barely spread frost across the attacking growing serpent's nest of striking ribbons. Zhengui was enduring, but that was all. Xuan Shi was being ground down inch by inch, while Bian Ya flitted ineffectually overhead.
If she had just been stronger than this…
"If you hadn't wasted so much time, maybe you could have been," the spirit, Kongyou murmured. "But hey, no judgement, it's easy to get complacent you know? Thought you could afford to play around with the kiddies. Well, here we are, look how much difference it's made."
Hanyi yelped and dove off the side of Zhengui's shell in a flurry of snowflakes as a ribbons slashed through where her neck had been, and Zhen's boiling venom cooled and soaked uselessly into the shell of ribbons it splashed across, giving him only a few bloody slashes across the snout for his trouble.
"But it's fixable you know. I could give you a little assist, a lil mid 'fight power up'. C'mon, you have to take care of this lot, right? No one else is going too."
"And what do you get out of this?" Ling Qi spat, she wasn't stupid. She knew their had to be a catch.
"A story is a story you know, one persons victory is another's loss. Confidence and surety crumbling into helpless rage as you die, far far from home or anyone who could save you knowing that your people, the ones you swore to protect will be next, that's a flavor too."
It took Ling Qi a second to understand. The spirit was talking about the Shishigui. She shoved the thought out of her head. But…
What was she thinking?
Ling Qi blinked as the thought rose through her increasingly panicked thoughts, cutting through the noise in her head.
Domain Immunity to Compulsion Activates
"Tch," Kongyou hissed in annoyance. "That's a real annoying trait."
Somehow that was what finally broke it. The battle still raged around her, everyone was still fighting. Nothing she had seen was wrong. But her perspective had been warped. The fighting was far from one sided.
Bian Ya circled the battlefield, and the flowers that bloomed below rejuvenated flagging spirits, their pollen mingled with Zhengui's ash and mended wounds. Xuan Shi was battered and wounded but unbowed, and barriers by the dozen bloomed across the battlefield, pinning ribbons, shielding allies and forming the lines of an increasingly complex pattern around their foe.
Su Ling stood with Bian Ya's spirit with a white knuckles grip on her saber, but her qi was being channeled upward into the growing cloud of foxfire hanging over the battlefield. The rippling lines of explosions that rained down from the sky harried the shishigui, keeping him from holding still, hemming in his movements.
And Hanyi and Zhengui were at the front, with Xuan Shi. Roiling roots were growing through the stone under their feet, growing and growing, and although Hanyi's new gown was stained red from wounds, she was still singing, always staying near, hovering over Ling Qi's cocoon.
Ling Qi looked at herself, she saw a girl who was held together only by the help of her friend, who would get out there, and only hurt herself more. Might even distract someone at a crucial moment. Her qi was depleted and her spirit was wounded. What was she thinking?
The Dream thrummed with satisfaction, and the fly in the ear feeling of the other spirit faded away with one last irritated grumble, as a one armed shadow bloomed behind their foe and a knife flashed.
Ling Qi forced herself to close her eyes as Zhengui let out a bellow.
She could trust them.
Turn 8 End
+240 XP to spiritual
+100 XP to spiritual
+100 XP to Physical
+50 Domain XP
Dexterity +5
Stamina +3
Wits +2
Resolve +4
Presence +2
Manip +1
Composure +3
Athletics +2
Perceptiveness +5
Stealth +3
War +2
Fade+3
Intensive Focus +3
Vanishing +5
Sable Grace +3
Unbroken Will +3
+100 XP to spiritual
+100 XP to Physical
+50 Domain XP
Dexterity +5
Stamina +3
Wits +2
Resolve +4
Presence +2
Manip +1
Composure +3
Athletics +2
Perceptiveness +5
Stealth +3
War +2
Fade+3
Intensive Focus +3
Vanishing +5
Sable Grace +3
Unbroken Will +3
+100 Sect points, +30 Contribution Points
Advance to rank Rank 705
Month Vote Time!
Funds
Income:
Sect: 2 Green Stones 60 yellow
Liege: 3 Green Stones
Expenses:
Household Expenses Increase! (Pills/Medicines)
Cost defrayed by Cai contacts
+4 Red Stones per month
Household: 10 red stones
Spirits: 2 Green Stone -Paid by Cai
186 Red Stones
477 Yellow Stones
20 Green Stones
182 Sect Points
115 Contribution Points
How many stones will you use?
4 Free Green stones automatically used due to cultivation arts and sites
[] Additional Stones
How much will you invest in pills and medicine this month?
Low-5 dice for 5 red stones per action
[] Medium- 10 dice for 15 red stones per action Provided freely from Cai Renxiang
[] High- 20 dice for 25 (40-15) red stones per action
[] Very High- 30 dice for 60(75-15) red stones per action
What would you like to cultivate this month? (Select 1 subvote per category)
[] Physical Cultivation
[] Spiritual Cultivation
[] Meridian
-[] Head, Heart, Spine, Arm, Lung, Leg
[] Art
[] Unlearned Art (replace with desired art
[] Take Sect Jobs(Earns Sect Points 11-20 per AP, provides penalized exploration roll)
[] Perform Sect Duties (Earns Contribution Points 1-4 per AP, provides a penalized exploration roll)
[] Exploration Via New Moon Sect Map (MAX 2 AP)
[] Research Arts in Sect archive (Max 1 AP)
[] Research Formations in the Archive(Max 1 AP)
[/] Household Time (1AP, locked)
[] Skill training
-Example
[] Skill plan 1
-Dex 3, Manip 3, Presence 1, Stamina 1(16 dice)
-Spirit Ken 3, Athletics 2, Dance 1, Empathy 2, Fade 2, fortitude 2, Speech 1, Perceptiveness 2, Stealth 3(18 dice)
-Woodwind 3(6 dice)
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- Location
- New Brunswick, NJ
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Okay, first of all, that was an awesome chapter. Really cool fight scenes and incorporation of our domain effects into the narrative. You had me actually concerned for a while in there about our girl doing something really dumb before she wised up and our squad came through like heroes.
But obviously, this is what really matters:
IT'S PEANUT BUTTER DARKNESS TIME
PEANUT BUTTER DARKNESS TIME
But obviously, this is what really matters:
YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
IT'S PEANUT BUTTER DARKNESS TIME
PEANUT BUTTER DARKNESS TIME
Deadly Snark
Tryhard As Fuck
Supports are still OP.
Xuan Shi and Ling Qi were MVP jesus.
Xuan Shi and Ling Qi were MVP jesus.
- Location
- The United States
- Pronouns
- He/They
God damn but I love Xuan Shi.
- Location
- Leeds
Is this the month we're healed or will Ling Qi actually not skip any time in hospital?
- Location
- The United States
- Pronouns
- He/They
Yeah, Xuan Shi's build of "Hitting me hurts you. Also, you have to hit me." Is tight.
- Location
- Canada
Ling Qi finally trusts! And can I just say, that perspective shift in the battle was amazing. I'm not fully sure whether it was the spirit manipulating the way she saw things, or her own hang-ups, but the narrative way you used it was really powerful.
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Seven gremlins in a trench coat
- Location
- Lickwidget
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Eyyyyyyy my boi Xuan Shi. *Claps*
That was a tense fight holy shit. Legit worried Ling Qi was gonna do a self-sacrifice dumb, but hurray! TRUST WINS! *dances*
- Location
- The Star Kingdom of Manticore
A twenty point rank jump is pretty big. We get our intermediary lessons and rank three library costs reduced, even though those votes are hell on earth. 100 sect points also buys us a lot of stuff. Sounds like we got a lot of really great stuff even if we turned into a dream cocoon for a while. Everything worked out in the end.
Forced target change, then Damage reflect.
Xuan Shi Ex-tier Ducal bullshit Saves The Day!
(Now all we need to do is figure out how Zhengui can do the same...)
Character Development Rank Up!
Previous ranking:
705: Sun Liling
707: Bai Meizhen
708: Cai Renxiang
730: Ling Qi
20 Rank leap for Ling Qi, getting to the next tier, but still below the ducals. Ah well, the next mission should get Ling Qi up 10+ Ranks for that sweet sweet Greater Argent Vent.
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Huh the Dream thrumming with satisfaction kinda almost makes me think it is referring to the Great Spirit of the Moon aligned with dreams being please with Moon Senpai removing the fly bothering her little sister.
- Location
- The Star Kingdom of Manticore
2 spots. She is 708 and we are now 710
- Location
- United States of America
Without knowing how far she's advanced, it is impossible to predict. What we do know, though, is that before her assistance is accounted for we will be 2 ranks behind her.
Assuming she didn't also move up. Did she get any war contribution this turn?
- Location
- Leeds
Will the Dutchess be disappointed if we overtake Renxiang?
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Now I only want to see the debrief, just to get a handle on how much everyone understands how badass Qi is. She probably saved a few lives there, on top of all the other awesome shit she did, like unlocking a fast and quiet path through the fungus, getting a huge map from that fungus, and then being the only person to recognize the incoming shitstorm without being prompted.
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
I mean, there's overtaking Renxiang and there's overtaking Renxiang. If we jump ahead and then immediately fall back behind, that's one thing. If we get ahead of her and stay ahead, that's something else entirely.