Threads Of Destiny(Eastern Fantasy, Sequel to Forge of Destiny)
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This is pretty clearly a test of our worth, because as you said there are few real downsides to Ling Qi failing the diplomacy aside from a lost opportunity. It is as we are coming to learn as a threat one of Cai Shenhua's preferred "Sink-or-Swim" scenarios that will determine if Ling Qi has either greater value than believed or is merely "talented and ambitious" like thousands of others that Shenhua can hand select as she pleases to replace Ling Qi.
Shenhua also isn't really positively biased towards Ling Qi, which would mean that Shenhua is liable to side with Ling Qi over another individual. Shenhua is amused, or perhaps at least fascinated, by Ling Qi's nature and talent but nothing so far would actually impress her to actually have the instituation that is the Ducal Clan of the Emerald Seas and thus the court itself begin to pay attention to Ling Qi specifically. We are getting there but lone recent examples are steps towards achieving that Social Rank increase.
The Cai also aren't really granting Ling Qi a favor by funding this mission, as stated before this is pretty in line with Shenhua's desire for Emerald Seas gaining its own power base and connections and with Ling Qi being able to provide the initial jumpstart to diplomatic talks with a Foreign Polity the mission is merely Ling Qi filling a valuable role as retainer. Should she succeed at this however, that would mean that Ling Qi has singular value in both her position and judgement that is not something so readily found by selecting any of the, again, thousands of individuals just like her in the Emerald Seas.
As far as material aid, we are being paid a lot by the Cai as a retainer with funding and support for our beasts as well. This was the big draw and decider for choosing to align with the Cai as it was the path of Material Supremacy[TM]. We just can't expect special considerations for plans or projects of ours to come from the Cai as a whole, but in fairness CRX herself is being specifically limited as part of Shenhua's constant testing of the (current) heir to the Clan.
Turn 11: Arc 3-5
It did not take long to wrap things up.
She returned to the central nest on a gust of wind to find that Xia Lin had already returned, punching back through to the finish one of the lesser spiders. She politely averted her eyes from Zhen's whose throat still bulged with a half swallowed spider, it's twitching legs poking out of his mouth. Observing the last thrashings of the spider Xia Lin was finishing, Ling Qi pursed her lips.
Looking upon it now, it seemed that her estimations of their power had been off, while the matriarch at least had been an equal, this one was only in the early stage of the green realm.
"It is an uncommon, but not unknown effect among Hui aligned beasts," Xia Lin said evenly. There was a crack and a wet noise as she twisted her halberd once, and the gleaming arming sword circling her shoulders flitted down, embedding itself to the hilt in the creatures body. "A sort of linking offering the most powerful a measure of control over their lessers in exchange for a blurring of the lines between cultivation stages. I had thought it strange that so many of such close cultivation would cooperate."
"I suppose I did not really give you a chance to relay information," Ling Qi said, dipping her head in apology. "You destroyed the effect in the initial exchange?"
"She did," Xia Lin acknowledged, tightening her grip on her halberd and pulling it free. The polearm spun expertly in her hands, until it's head faced up again, splattered ichor already boiling from the intricate blade in a cloud of acrid smoke, leaving it clean and unblemished.
"Of course," Ling Qi replied. She glanced away at the sound of bare feet on stone as Hanyi ran up to her grinning.
"Did you see Big Sis? I totally ruined one of them by myself!" Hanyi said proudly, holding a handful of red globules that took Ling Qi a moment to recognize. They were flash frozen spider eyeballs.
She rested her hand on Hanyi's head and smiled. "Good job little sister."
Xia Lin looked at both of them in faint bemusement. "I will admit, I had some misgivings about your plan, but it seems that I have misjudged you somewhat."
"Hmph, when Big Sis is confident, it's for a good reason," Hanyi huffed, annoyed at her praise being interrupted.
"I like to think so," Ling Qi said dryly. "I knew that I would not need to worry about being entrapped, and I was certain I could free you if need be."
"Your thoughts mirrored mine then," Xia Lin replied. "But it seems that we both know the truth that one must never cease moving forward."
Ling Qi met Xia Lin's eyes then, and with The Mist still shrouding the battlefield, really looked at the girl, with the full power of her own domain thrumming beneath her armor.
Forward, forward evermore, bound by thy honor alone, strive for the gleaming dawn.
Ling Qi smiled, and gave Xia Lin an acknowledging nod. It seemed they had more in common than she had thought. Then, her mist blade shimmered and the mist began to fade, and the short blade embedded in the corpse at their feet flashed. They were once again just two young women standing in the ruins of a burnt out nest.
"What do we do now Big Sister?" Zhengui asked, trundling over. "Gui does not think the little spiders will talk."
"They don't need to," Ling Qi replied, looking past them to the one part of the broken up suite of rooms revealed by the broken webs that was still whole, just visible beyond the dead bulk of the spider carcass the nest had been built into. "I can see where the energies flow now."
Making their way across the ruined floor, Ling Qi was wary. One would think if the spiders had any other allies present, like this 'lord' that they would have noticed and joined the fight, short as it had been. She supposed it was possible that they were being watched, or that any observers had retreated instead.
Ling Qi's wisps spun throughout the dusty chamber, but found nothing.
"This is the target then?" Xia Lin said quietly, pointing her blade at the small stone chamber, surrounded by rubble.
"Inside," Ling Qi agreed, gesturing for the wooden door set in the closest wall, it was a finely fitted thing, still holding its polished, preserved by formations which had failed everywhere else. The twisting spiralling lines of energy which flowed through the complex converged here, wrapping around a stone colum that extended from the ceiling, flowing up from a hidden source inside.
Behind her, Zhengui lumbered along at a bit over half of his full size, with Hanyi perched on his back. There was no point in concealing them now. Humming to herself, Ling Qi observed the door. It was sealed tight, not a single got through to the interior.
"Nothing from me either. Place is warded against dream spirits," Sixiang murmured. "Airtight too."
What a troublesome room. Ling Qi examined the door and its frame, studying the characters etched into the wood, filled with powdered silver. There was no handle or lock, her fingers itched for her formation breaking tools, but she was stymied by the complexity. They were already going to be cutting it close on reporting back.
"Xia Lin, do you believe you can remove the obstacle without setting off any defenses?" She asked.
Her companion stepped forward, assessing the doorway. She nodded sharply. "These patterns are old, they have not been updated against modern countermeasures."
Ling Qi raised an eyebrow. "Are their countermeasures to her grace's work?"
Xia Lin made a disgruntled sound as she gestured for Ling Qi to step back. "Nothing is absolute, and my equipment and techniques are hardly the pinnacle of the duchess' craft."
Ling Qi nodded, falling back beside Zhengui, who turned his heads curiously. Hanyi was being a little inattentive, rolling a frozen spider eye around in her mouth like a piece of sugar candy.
"What are you waiting for Big Sis?" Gui asked.
"There's no reason for me to risk the defenses, we can hardly be quiet at this point," Ling Qi said patting him on the head. "Just be ready in case whatever is inside attacks."
Her little brother bobbed both of his heads intently, focusing on the door and Xia Lin. Hanyi gave her a grin stained red by her 'candy' and a thumbs up.
Ahead of them Xia Lin brushed her fingers across the curved head of her halberd, and gleaming white light spread behind her touch, transforming metal into liquid light its passage. The haft of the weapon hummed visibly in her hand as she took a short grip and stabbed forward. The blazing head punched through stone like soft clay, droplets of molten stone splashing across Xia Lin's armor as she began to drag the blade upward from the base of the doorframe.
Formation chains sparked and sputtered as they were carved apart, and veins of white crawled through stone and wood as threads of radiance wormed outward through them. It was, Ling Qi mused a sight she had seen once before in a dream. But this doorway was not the shadow of an ancient king, and where the white threads crawled the intricate work unraveled and went dead. Xia Lin dragged her blade through the stone, carving a rough rectangle around the doorway.
With her senses enhanced to search for watchers, Ling Qi was able to see as the bonds between particulates of qi that made up the door lost their element and dispersed in a flash of white, the cut out material disintegrating before her eyes into a loose cloud of glittering gauzy thread that itself dissolved like the tatters of a dream before the morning sun.
The putrid air that rolled out of the newly open chamber almost made her retch. Through watering eyes, she saw Xia Lin herself stagger, reflexively covering her mouth and nose with her hand. Zhen and Hanyi reeled back as if struck and even Gui shook his head violently as if bothered by flies.
And flies there were. They boiled from the room in a great cloud,greying the air with their bodies and filling the chamber with the buzzing of their wings. She saw a hundred tiny sparks of radiance as flies impacted Xia Lin's armor and died.
She saw then, what lay inside. It was a small room that once might have been partially furnished, but what remained of that lay in rotten ruin on the floor, crawling with flies and maggots and other verminous shapes. However, the bare stone walls were not unadorned. Paper and parchment was pinned up all across them, haphazard and wild, covered in scribbled text and drawings. She saw fragments of wild plans, plots to infiltrate clans and sow plagues, to subvert individuals and sabotage road wardings. She saw drawings of cities aflame and people who might have been members of the provinces count clans humbled and on their knees, and images of proud and haughty folk, mounted on spiderback, riding in triumph down city streets.
Most of all, there were dozens of portraits of what could only be the Duchess, painted in stark black ink. Some were torn apart, some were marked by wild strokes of the brush, or smears of blood and fouler things.
In the center of the room sat a corpse. Sallow grey green flesh hung from its bones, quivering with the influx of air. The meat of the corpse writhed with maggots and teemed with flies, but still it wore resplendent robes of green and silver, cut in somewhat archaic fashion. Smooth black hair, incongruously clean and intact, flowed like silk down the corpses back, and hid its face from view.
It was only then that she saw its hand move, and realized that it was not simply a corpse. A lacquered black inkbrush drew itself across a page of charred parchment, painting characters in the wild handwriting that filled every wall of the chamber, and a rattling breath emerged from the corpse's hidden face, emitting another stream of buzzing flies to join the swarm.
Xia Lin fell back to where she stood, a disgusted look on her face. "A corpse-immortal," she spat. "To think that even a Hui would be so debased."
Ling Qi's cloak writhed on her shoulders, transforming into a scarf of pale blue silk that wrapped her mouth and nose. "What in the world is that?"
Focusing now her spiritual senses, she could feel the things aura and it was just as rotted as its flesh. She could see the glow of its dantian, sickly and cracked, and see the flows of meridians that had swelled until they drew visible lines under squirming flesh, half of them were burst open, like a dead animal left to rot in the sun, and chaotic qi leaked freely. More worryingly, she felt a knot of energy in its chest, a second dantian, but it was shattered and broken, not even a memory of more potent energies clinging to the fragments.
"When a cultivator reaches the end of their span, they may attempt to cling on regardless, this is the result," Xia Lin hissed. "Mind and spirit rots along with the body, leaving an increasingly mad thing focused on whatever task it had obsessed over in life."
"....I want to kill it," Zhen hissed, startling her a little. His crimson eyes fixed on the fly shrouded thing intensely. Hanyi looked a little ill, having swallowed her snack abruptly.
"As well you should," Xia Lin replied, scowling. "Is our target visible?"
Ling Qi shook her head, looking past the disgusting thing in the center to scan the walls. There, under the hanging papers, she saw a soft blue glow, faltering and intermittent.
"Pretty-pretty sure that's the power source. I couldn't stay in there long though," even Sixiang seemed disgusted. "I don't think I ever remember moving through a dream that rotten."
"Do you think we can kill it?" Ling Qi said slowly. "And why hasn't it noticed us?"
"Such things can be unpredictable… but their obsessions consume them, and can make them easy to trick if one plays to their delusions," Xia Lin said, warily eyeing the creature. "...It may once have been a higher realm, but the older a corpse, the more its power has rotted. No corpse Immortal lasts more than a century or so. I believe we can eliminate it, particularly with a hard first strike."
Ling Qi was less sure, power still burned its maggot ridden flesh and lower dantian, even if most of its meridians were in ruins. She could probably slip in and remove the stone, depowering the formation without having to fight it. It might notice her, but if what Xia Lin said was true, she could probably trick it and steal the source. They could then return easily with everyone to eliminate it.
On the other hand… Ling Qi's eyes lingered on the resplendent robe and inkbrush that glowed with powerful qi in her senses. There too was a silver ring, whose contents were opaque to her eyes. How often did one get the chance at such treasures, divided between only two cultivators?
"What are your thoughts on the spoils of battle," Ling Qi said, stealing a glance at Xia Lin.
"They are a soldiers due," Xia Lin replied evenly. "the reward for high achievement."
Ling Qi smiled. They really weren't that different, under the exterior, were they? She supposed it came down to how confident she felt.
[] Steal the power source and make your exit. Then return with the full party, and eliminate the corpse immortal with overwhelming force.
[] Eliminate the corpse-immortal now, together you and Xia Lin should be more than its match.
I'm a little out of practice writing adventure segments it seems.I hope folks aren't getting bored with the action.
She returned to the central nest on a gust of wind to find that Xia Lin had already returned, punching back through to the finish one of the lesser spiders. She politely averted her eyes from Zhen's whose throat still bulged with a half swallowed spider, it's twitching legs poking out of his mouth. Observing the last thrashings of the spider Xia Lin was finishing, Ling Qi pursed her lips.
Looking upon it now, it seemed that her estimations of their power had been off, while the matriarch at least had been an equal, this one was only in the early stage of the green realm.
"It is an uncommon, but not unknown effect among Hui aligned beasts," Xia Lin said evenly. There was a crack and a wet noise as she twisted her halberd once, and the gleaming arming sword circling her shoulders flitted down, embedding itself to the hilt in the creatures body. "A sort of linking offering the most powerful a measure of control over their lessers in exchange for a blurring of the lines between cultivation stages. I had thought it strange that so many of such close cultivation would cooperate."
"I suppose I did not really give you a chance to relay information," Ling Qi said, dipping her head in apology. "You destroyed the effect in the initial exchange?"
"She did," Xia Lin acknowledged, tightening her grip on her halberd and pulling it free. The polearm spun expertly in her hands, until it's head faced up again, splattered ichor already boiling from the intricate blade in a cloud of acrid smoke, leaving it clean and unblemished.
"Of course," Ling Qi replied. She glanced away at the sound of bare feet on stone as Hanyi ran up to her grinning.
"Did you see Big Sis? I totally ruined one of them by myself!" Hanyi said proudly, holding a handful of red globules that took Ling Qi a moment to recognize. They were flash frozen spider eyeballs.
She rested her hand on Hanyi's head and smiled. "Good job little sister."
Xia Lin looked at both of them in faint bemusement. "I will admit, I had some misgivings about your plan, but it seems that I have misjudged you somewhat."
"Hmph, when Big Sis is confident, it's for a good reason," Hanyi huffed, annoyed at her praise being interrupted.
"I like to think so," Ling Qi said dryly. "I knew that I would not need to worry about being entrapped, and I was certain I could free you if need be."
"Your thoughts mirrored mine then," Xia Lin replied. "But it seems that we both know the truth that one must never cease moving forward."
Ling Qi met Xia Lin's eyes then, and with The Mist still shrouding the battlefield, really looked at the girl, with the full power of her own domain thrumming beneath her armor.
Forward, forward evermore, bound by thy honor alone, strive for the gleaming dawn.
Ling Qi smiled, and gave Xia Lin an acknowledging nod. It seemed they had more in common than she had thought. Then, her mist blade shimmered and the mist began to fade, and the short blade embedded in the corpse at their feet flashed. They were once again just two young women standing in the ruins of a burnt out nest.
"What do we do now Big Sister?" Zhengui asked, trundling over. "Gui does not think the little spiders will talk."
"They don't need to," Ling Qi replied, looking past them to the one part of the broken up suite of rooms revealed by the broken webs that was still whole, just visible beyond the dead bulk of the spider carcass the nest had been built into. "I can see where the energies flow now."
***
Making their way across the ruined floor, Ling Qi was wary. One would think if the spiders had any other allies present, like this 'lord' that they would have noticed and joined the fight, short as it had been. She supposed it was possible that they were being watched, or that any observers had retreated instead.
Ling Qi's wisps spun throughout the dusty chamber, but found nothing.
"This is the target then?" Xia Lin said quietly, pointing her blade at the small stone chamber, surrounded by rubble.
"Inside," Ling Qi agreed, gesturing for the wooden door set in the closest wall, it was a finely fitted thing, still holding its polished, preserved by formations which had failed everywhere else. The twisting spiralling lines of energy which flowed through the complex converged here, wrapping around a stone colum that extended from the ceiling, flowing up from a hidden source inside.
Behind her, Zhengui lumbered along at a bit over half of his full size, with Hanyi perched on his back. There was no point in concealing them now. Humming to herself, Ling Qi observed the door. It was sealed tight, not a single got through to the interior.
"Nothing from me either. Place is warded against dream spirits," Sixiang murmured. "Airtight too."
What a troublesome room. Ling Qi examined the door and its frame, studying the characters etched into the wood, filled with powdered silver. There was no handle or lock, her fingers itched for her formation breaking tools, but she was stymied by the complexity. They were already going to be cutting it close on reporting back.
"Xia Lin, do you believe you can remove the obstacle without setting off any defenses?" She asked.
Her companion stepped forward, assessing the doorway. She nodded sharply. "These patterns are old, they have not been updated against modern countermeasures."
Ling Qi raised an eyebrow. "Are their countermeasures to her grace's work?"
Xia Lin made a disgruntled sound as she gestured for Ling Qi to step back. "Nothing is absolute, and my equipment and techniques are hardly the pinnacle of the duchess' craft."
Ling Qi nodded, falling back beside Zhengui, who turned his heads curiously. Hanyi was being a little inattentive, rolling a frozen spider eye around in her mouth like a piece of sugar candy.
"What are you waiting for Big Sis?" Gui asked.
"There's no reason for me to risk the defenses, we can hardly be quiet at this point," Ling Qi said patting him on the head. "Just be ready in case whatever is inside attacks."
Her little brother bobbed both of his heads intently, focusing on the door and Xia Lin. Hanyi gave her a grin stained red by her 'candy' and a thumbs up.
Ahead of them Xia Lin brushed her fingers across the curved head of her halberd, and gleaming white light spread behind her touch, transforming metal into liquid light its passage. The haft of the weapon hummed visibly in her hand as she took a short grip and stabbed forward. The blazing head punched through stone like soft clay, droplets of molten stone splashing across Xia Lin's armor as she began to drag the blade upward from the base of the doorframe.
Formation chains sparked and sputtered as they were carved apart, and veins of white crawled through stone and wood as threads of radiance wormed outward through them. It was, Ling Qi mused a sight she had seen once before in a dream. But this doorway was not the shadow of an ancient king, and where the white threads crawled the intricate work unraveled and went dead. Xia Lin dragged her blade through the stone, carving a rough rectangle around the doorway.
With her senses enhanced to search for watchers, Ling Qi was able to see as the bonds between particulates of qi that made up the door lost their element and dispersed in a flash of white, the cut out material disintegrating before her eyes into a loose cloud of glittering gauzy thread that itself dissolved like the tatters of a dream before the morning sun.
The putrid air that rolled out of the newly open chamber almost made her retch. Through watering eyes, she saw Xia Lin herself stagger, reflexively covering her mouth and nose with her hand. Zhen and Hanyi reeled back as if struck and even Gui shook his head violently as if bothered by flies.
And flies there were. They boiled from the room in a great cloud,greying the air with their bodies and filling the chamber with the buzzing of their wings. She saw a hundred tiny sparks of radiance as flies impacted Xia Lin's armor and died.
She saw then, what lay inside. It was a small room that once might have been partially furnished, but what remained of that lay in rotten ruin on the floor, crawling with flies and maggots and other verminous shapes. However, the bare stone walls were not unadorned. Paper and parchment was pinned up all across them, haphazard and wild, covered in scribbled text and drawings. She saw fragments of wild plans, plots to infiltrate clans and sow plagues, to subvert individuals and sabotage road wardings. She saw drawings of cities aflame and people who might have been members of the provinces count clans humbled and on their knees, and images of proud and haughty folk, mounted on spiderback, riding in triumph down city streets.
Most of all, there were dozens of portraits of what could only be the Duchess, painted in stark black ink. Some were torn apart, some were marked by wild strokes of the brush, or smears of blood and fouler things.
In the center of the room sat a corpse. Sallow grey green flesh hung from its bones, quivering with the influx of air. The meat of the corpse writhed with maggots and teemed with flies, but still it wore resplendent robes of green and silver, cut in somewhat archaic fashion. Smooth black hair, incongruously clean and intact, flowed like silk down the corpses back, and hid its face from view.
It was only then that she saw its hand move, and realized that it was not simply a corpse. A lacquered black inkbrush drew itself across a page of charred parchment, painting characters in the wild handwriting that filled every wall of the chamber, and a rattling breath emerged from the corpse's hidden face, emitting another stream of buzzing flies to join the swarm.
Xia Lin fell back to where she stood, a disgusted look on her face. "A corpse-immortal," she spat. "To think that even a Hui would be so debased."
Ling Qi's cloak writhed on her shoulders, transforming into a scarf of pale blue silk that wrapped her mouth and nose. "What in the world is that?"
Focusing now her spiritual senses, she could feel the things aura and it was just as rotted as its flesh. She could see the glow of its dantian, sickly and cracked, and see the flows of meridians that had swelled until they drew visible lines under squirming flesh, half of them were burst open, like a dead animal left to rot in the sun, and chaotic qi leaked freely. More worryingly, she felt a knot of energy in its chest, a second dantian, but it was shattered and broken, not even a memory of more potent energies clinging to the fragments.
"When a cultivator reaches the end of their span, they may attempt to cling on regardless, this is the result," Xia Lin hissed. "Mind and spirit rots along with the body, leaving an increasingly mad thing focused on whatever task it had obsessed over in life."
"....I want to kill it," Zhen hissed, startling her a little. His crimson eyes fixed on the fly shrouded thing intensely. Hanyi looked a little ill, having swallowed her snack abruptly.
"As well you should," Xia Lin replied, scowling. "Is our target visible?"
Ling Qi shook her head, looking past the disgusting thing in the center to scan the walls. There, under the hanging papers, she saw a soft blue glow, faltering and intermittent.
"Pretty-pretty sure that's the power source. I couldn't stay in there long though," even Sixiang seemed disgusted. "I don't think I ever remember moving through a dream that rotten."
"Do you think we can kill it?" Ling Qi said slowly. "And why hasn't it noticed us?"
"Such things can be unpredictable… but their obsessions consume them, and can make them easy to trick if one plays to their delusions," Xia Lin said, warily eyeing the creature. "...It may once have been a higher realm, but the older a corpse, the more its power has rotted. No corpse Immortal lasts more than a century or so. I believe we can eliminate it, particularly with a hard first strike."
Ling Qi was less sure, power still burned its maggot ridden flesh and lower dantian, even if most of its meridians were in ruins. She could probably slip in and remove the stone, depowering the formation without having to fight it. It might notice her, but if what Xia Lin said was true, she could probably trick it and steal the source. They could then return easily with everyone to eliminate it.
On the other hand… Ling Qi's eyes lingered on the resplendent robe and inkbrush that glowed with powerful qi in her senses. There too was a silver ring, whose contents were opaque to her eyes. How often did one get the chance at such treasures, divided between only two cultivators?
"What are your thoughts on the spoils of battle," Ling Qi said, stealing a glance at Xia Lin.
"They are a soldiers due," Xia Lin replied evenly. "the reward for high achievement."
Ling Qi smiled. They really weren't that different, under the exterior, were they? She supposed it came down to how confident she felt.
[] Steal the power source and make your exit. Then return with the full party, and eliminate the corpse immortal with overwhelming force.
[] Eliminate the corpse-immortal now, together you and Xia Lin should be more than its match.
I'm a little out of practice writing adventure segments it seems.I hope folks aren't getting bored with the action.
Not at all.
I'm inclined to killing the thing; Xia Lin's expressed a preference, and I'd like to reward her for it.
- Location
- The Star Kingdom of Manticore
This adventure segment has been amazing. Really enjoying the pacing.
Hm. So this is what happens when cultivators cling to life in the physical realm unlike GS who ascend to the spiritual one.
Yea they certainly have similarities, and that makes sense as why Xia Lin was selected for this mission was her flexibility.
- Location
- New Brunswick, NJ
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
I'm with Zhen on this one. Let's fuck it up. Good bonding sesh with Xia Lin.
EDIT: Voting now that moratorium is up
[X] Eliminate the corpse-immortal now, together you and Xia Lin should be more than its match.
And yeah, yrs, no complaint whatsoever about this adventure segment. It's a rollicking good time.
EDIT: Voting now that moratorium is up
[X] Eliminate the corpse-immortal now, together you and Xia Lin should be more than its match.
And yeah, yrs, no complaint whatsoever about this adventure segment. It's a rollicking good time.
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- Location
- Florida
I love how literally everyone is viscerally disgusted by this affront to nature.
I think we should go for it with 'just' the two of us. We've got numbers on our side.
I think we should go for it with 'just' the two of us. We've got numbers on our side.
I find it hard to believe that there are thousand cultivators in the emerald seas with a talent at least equal to the most talented ducals, and possibly surpasses them. But it is less something Shensua can actually count on that early
We can always come back, and we could probably escape. And there is a good chance we can defeat it with the two of us, even it he is still a few stages above us. Wev'e been in tougher fights on our own
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i wanna play with its delusions, maybe we get a history lesson out of it.
NoxOfUmbra
Shadow of the night
- Location
- Colombia, South América
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[X] Eliminate the corpse-immortal now, together you and Xia Lin should be more than its match.
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Bringing CRX and a Meng to the corpse dude obsessed with hate for them seems like one of those fun ideas. 😅
Personally, I just want to finish this side quest as we started it with Xia Lin.
Personally, I just want to finish this side quest as we started it with Xia Lin.
- Location
- Third planet from the star named Sol
- Pronouns
- He/They
Yeah, kill it, loot it's stuff, and be done. Ling Qi lead the 'diplomatic' side, now Xia Lin can lead the 'purging' side.
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
TBH.
The real comedy hour would be if the White Plumes aren't known about, and we just act like a bunch of rando adventurers coming in to kill him and take his stuff, and he just can't get excited enough to break out his contingencies against randos.
The real comedy hour would be if the White Plumes aren't known about, and we just act like a bunch of rando adventurers coming in to kill him and take his stuff, and he just can't get excited enough to break out his contingencies against randos.
I'm inclined to stomp it out now with Xia Lin and complete the girls outing we have with her.
Its a Cyan+ that's degraded back to Green. "Most" (ie at least half) of his meridians have rotted away, taking away most of his Arts. We have abnormally high meridians for our cultivation so we probably have the advantage there. Stat-wise he might have the advantage and we don't seem to know his cultivation?
A writing-based corpse immortal suggests controller/formations expert to me which is going to have a rough time facing a disruptor and a fully charged controller from surprise. He might have some long-term effects already up. Sixiang and WWS will be helpful in purging off whatever he tries to hit us with but I don't think those will stack up well against a true control specialist.
Xia Lin knows more about these than us, her judgment that we can probably handle him is probably correct.
A writing-based corpse immortal suggests controller/formations expert to me which is going to have a rough time facing a disruptor and a fully charged controller from surprise. He might have some long-term effects already up. Sixiang and WWS will be helpful in purging off whatever he tries to hit us with but I don't think those will stack up well against a true control specialist.
Xia Lin knows more about these than us, her judgment that we can probably handle him is probably correct.
- Location
- Somewhere.
Yeah, I think "kill it now" is probably the best idea.
[] Eliminate the corpse-immortal now, together you and Xia Lin should be more than its match.
Because it seems the more interesting end to the side adventure, and regardless of how horrible of a parent Shenhua is... a corpse immortal obsessed with her mother thinking she is Shenhua is the last thing CRX needs tbh.
Because it seems the more interesting end to the side adventure, and regardless of how horrible of a parent Shenhua is... a corpse immortal obsessed with her mother thinking she is Shenhua is the last thing CRX needs tbh.
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As is her judgement that it gets a lot harder without the suckerpunch, yeah.
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- the internet
If we come back as a group, can't we just split the loot 5 ways? I mean, its less for us but is the options here 1) group team work= no shinies or 2) just the two of us= shinies?
Or does the overwhelming force mean the ring will be destroyed?
Probably depends on how much firepower the whole group brings upon him. So it is either less due to split between 5 or not as much due to bringing the living artillery.
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Not even just nature generally, it's an affront to Zhengui's nature in particular. Dead wood burns so new trees grow, it doesn't stick around.