Zeqing came of as pretty motherly figure to us during forge.
There's a reason we keep calling her ice mom.
Not sure we ever saw her as a temptress? I mean, the one romance we saw of her was someone else coming in and seducing her (and then fucking around before finding out).
Zeqing came of as pretty motherly figure to us during forge.
There's a reason we keep calling her ice mom.
Not sure we ever saw her as a temptress? I mean, the one romance we saw of her was someone else coming in and seducing her (and then fucking around before finding out).
FSS is only half of what Zeqing is. That sing Hanyi sings to make people fall in love with her so that she can eat them is the other half. Iirc there was a vote about which art LQ would learn, and FSS won.
So yeah, she's kind of a temptress. But to LQ and Hanyi, she's a mother
I've continued working on maps and made one of the fief with what we know. Here's hoping we're not finding more things in the south, it's getting packed. Here are a few assumptions I've used for things;
the road we know comes from the north and continues to the southeast, so I'm assuming there's a pass going southeast relatively near snowblossom, and that the south is basically a wall
The saline grotto is somewhere on the river. Considering the number of things that are going on south of the outpost, I've arbitrarily decided it should be north
We don't know exactly where the outpost is around the lake, but it's probably on the far side of the falls because otherwise it would be constantly in a mist that can actually degrade materials
@yrsillar I'd love to get corrections and I'll keep the map updated
Thing is, these words by themselves don't really indicate anything Winter-related. The name by itself could just as easily refer to the Summer Solstice as the Winter Solstice.
..so I guess that's a point against the original name too, now that I think about it.
But I don't really have a problem with long names. Look at "Phantasmagoria of Lunar Night's Revelry"
Sounds epic. Other art names I thought were absolutely awesome "Evanescent Anthem of the Night's Parade" from way back when, FoD archive.
And "Imperturbable Starlight Mantle"
Seriously how does Yrsillar come with these names?? So cool! Each one makes you wonder about the lore and the story behind the art.
Thing is, these words by themselves don't really indicate anything Winter-related. The name by itself could just as easily refer to the Summer Solstice as the Winter Solstice.
..so I guess that's a point against the original name too, now that I think about it.
As you note, neither does the current name for it. Sandwiched between Year's End Aria and something involving Snowblossoms and coming from someone as Winter-y as Ling Qi, I don't think further clarification is actually necessary, though it's acceptable if it improves the flow in some way. Adding Winter to something otherwise alliterative is also less than ideal, though something like Winter Solstice Requiem or, more poetically, something like Refrain of Solstice Rime would be fine.
But I don't really have a problem with long names. Look at "Phantasmagoria of Lunar Night's Revelry"
Sounds epic. Other art names I thought were absolutely awesome "Evanescent Anthem of the Night's Parade" from way back when, FoD archive.
And "Imperturbable Starlight Mantle"
Seriously how does Yrsillar come with these names?? So cool! Each one makes you wonder about the lore and the story behind the art.
It's just Phantasmagoria of Lunar Revelry, no 'night' in there. And yeah, some are longer than others, and some long ones are very cool...it's not exactly length I'm objecting to, it's using more words to say the exact same thing. IMO, you shouldn't be adding 'of the' to Technique names when you can say the same thing without them...which you can in this case. I'd be fine with, say, Sublime Solstice Serenade (for extra alliteration) or some of the ones I mentioned above, but they need to flow properly with the minimum number of words necessary to convey the intended meaning.
Keep in mind, names will change as we alter techniques! Like with Echoing Grandeur and Lunatic Crescendo.
So keeping some techniques totally works because their names can and most likely will change later, since successors are all about exploration and trying new things.
For example, I don't want to change Year's End Aria because someone mentioned it can evolve into World's End Aria or something similar and I love that. Plus, you know, YEA is an awesome acronym
so now that I'm done with the map, I'm finally realising how absurdly bad t would be if the yith'ia ever got even remotely close to breaking the confinement. They could basically kill the whole population (or even the whole ecosphere, really) of the fief just by poisoning the water, since the main river is passing through the cathedral. Sorry starspawn annihilator, but they are top priority until we're sure they can't come up. (Plus, if we get really lucky, we could use the leak here to give some very nasty surprise to the ith'ia who seem unaware of it for now and are expecting our campaigning fores to come from the tunnels under the sect... flanking is always a good idea.
Too bad though, I wanted beaver diplomaty to happen quickly
As you note, neither does the current name for it. Sandwiched between Year's End Aria and something involving Snowblossoms and coming from someone as Winter-y as Ling Qi, I don't think further clarification is actually necessary, though it's acceptable if it improves the flow in some way. Adding Winter to something otherwise alliterative is also less than ideal, though something like Winter Solstice Requiem or, more poetically, something like Refrain of Solstice Rime would be fine.
It's just Phantasmagoria of Lunar Revelry, no 'night' in there. And yeah, some are longer than others, and some long ones are very cool...it's not exactly length I'm objecting to, it's using more words to say the exact same thing. IMO, you shouldn't be adding 'of the' to Technique names when you can say the same thing without them...which you can in this case. I'd be fine with, say, Sublime Solstice Serenade (for extra alliteration) or some of the ones I mentioned above, but they need to flow properly with the minimum number of words necessary to convey the intended meaning.
Winter's Eve Symphony is solid as a name for something, but maybe not this? I feel like the problem there is that 'Winter's Eve' is a bit nonspecific...I think we need something that at least implies midwinter somewhat. But maybe that's just me.
Winter's Eve Symphony is solid as a name for something, but maybe not this? I feel like the problem there is that 'Winter's Eve' is a bit nonspecific...I think we need something that at least implies midwinter somewhat. But maybe that's just me.
I still don't think Year's End Aria is remotely in need of a replacement. It's a good name and we should keep it. Snowblossom Shattering is okay as well, but there are probably better replacements. Stillness of the Solstice Night is the one I think needs replacing.
I still don't think Year's End Aria is remotely in need of a replacement. It's a good name and we should keep it. Snowblossom Shattering is okay as well, but there are probably better replacements. Stillness of the Solstice Night is the one I think needs replacing.
Not a huge fan of that. A symphony is a multi-part work, so it would work great as an art name, but not so much for a single technique. Maybe Winter's Coda instead? Winter's Last Scherzo would be wildly inappropriate but tickles my fancy as well.
Not a huge fan of that. A symphony is a multi-part work, so it would work great as an art name, but not so much for a single technique. Maybe Winter's Coda instead? Winter's Last Scherzo would be wildly inappropriate but tickles my fancy as well.
Zeqing came of as pretty motherly figure to us during forge.
There's a reason we keep calling her ice mom.
Not sure we ever saw her as a temptress? I mean, the one romance we saw of her was someone else coming in and seducing her (and then fucking around before finding out).
The tempting nature mostly comes as a metaphor for death by hypothermia, the comfortable feeling of warmth which proceeds death in the cold. Hanyi has leaned a bit more into the vampire thing.
Anywho, updoot is still on the way, just taking more time.
Symphony of Frost?
I imagine the wind doesn't just whistle in the middle of a blizzard, it sings and screams. The glass windows rattling in their frames, the thundercrack of wood bursting from the cold, the tinkling light notes of frost, and the shriek of the wind before the storm settles and the world is silenced. A symphony of nature at its most vicious.
I quite like Years End Calling as the first technique maybe, both as a call-back to FSS Call to Ending, the final technique of the last art, except here it's the first technique of the new art calling forth and beginning the ending of the cycle, the theme for the new art.
Also been trying to think of some names more focused on the cycle and renewal aspect of the art rather than more musical names for the final technique. Currently with the first two techniques having more musical names already and following that up with something referencing the newly introduced themes for the finale, I kind of like the idea. Resolution of Years? Something with Completion maybe?
Winter's Farewell, which links to Endings but also is the prelude for Spring as the start of a new cycle?
Well, I think it would be nice to have a technique name more directly reference those themes. Year's End Aria and Stillness of the Solstice Night don't really evoke anything like that for me, and Snowblossom Shattering only a little bit.
I quite like Years End Calling as the first technique maybe, both as a call-back to FSS Call to Ending, the final technique of the last art, except here it's the first technique of the new art calling forth and beginning the ending of the cycle, the theme for the new art.
Also been trying to think of some names more focused on the cycle and renewal aspect of the art rather than more musical names for the final technique. Currently with the first two techniques having more musical names already and following that up with something referencing the newly introduced themes for the finale, I kind of like the idea. Resolution of Years? Something with Completion maybe?
Winter's Farewell, which links to Endings but also is the prelude for Spring as the start of a new cycle?
Well, I think it would be nice to have a technique name more directly reference those themes. Year's End Aria and Stillness of the Solstice Night don't really evoke anything like that for me, and Snowblossom Shattering only a little bit.
Actually I do like Year's End Calling but I really do think we should keep Snowblossom Shattering for the reasons I outlined before.
EDIT: People have been saying how cool World's End Aria sounds but really it doesn't sound appropriate for the beginning tech of our successor art. As our art evolves, we could rename a tech that but right now? It doesn't fit...it just sounds a bit too epic for this early a stage? If that makes sense.
Ice, she envisioned ice, like that which covered the mountain peaks, like that which blanketed the southern lands and the peaks of the wall. Like the glinting icicles that hung from awnings, a cold that quieted and silenced the world. Her Ending was not the stasis a mountain peak above the clouds, but the winter cold preceded a new dawn and spring.
Though the Spring was not her, it couldn't be, she thought. Maybe, one day she could create something to complement it, but more likely it would be another's role to represent the storm of spring. But, the core of the Frozen Soul Serenade art was violence, it was a cold that killed. It could be brought by inches to do other things, draw upon other concepts, but it could not shed its core.
And Ling Qi did not think it would be good too. She did not want to see the terrors of the past repeated forever, but in the end, change was violence. Too create something new, old things would die. And those things which would die could only ever respond to change with violence to preserve themselves.
+1 Ending XP
This she thought, was something of the sacrifice the crone had spoken of. People would sacrifice many things, everything even, to achieve the world they wanted. So, if she was to do violence, to kill, there needed to be purpose in it. Something gained.
Ling Qi hummed the first bars of the Spring's End Aria, feeling her qi rapidly flow into the old patterns, the cycle of ice and darkness and wind, chilling the air around her. And then she stopped, and hummed another bar, and a second, similar to her Masters melody but different. She felt the qi of the technique waver and begin to unravel, sending a twinge of pain through her meridians, and instead of allowing it, she changed the flow, changed the pattern. A change, a realignment. Her humming became a quiet wordless song, harsh and hard. The billowing cold of the Spring's End tightened up around her, focused. Around her feet a spiderweb of pale blue translucent ice began to spread in a fractal pattern. The temperature plunged, and from the dry air here above the clouds what little moisture their was froze in gossamer sheets, swiftly shattered into flying, near invisible shards by the mere brush of the wind.
World's End Aria, the name came to her as she sang, letting the wind lift her into the air. It echoed her words, and tickled her fancy. There were many worlds, big and small, and it was not terribly hard to end then. But… it didn't feel right yet. Not for something still being worked on. Year's End Aria. That would do for now. Her song stole away all traces of heat, stole away the motion of the wind, stilling the air around her. Ling Qi sang and narrowed her eyes on the shimmering ripple of a wind spirit, a minor elemental faerie not even really an animal yet. The cold sucked inward, a film of frost and ice over her skin as she focused her power.
The wind faerie froze, losing all motion, and shattered into fine crystal dust in the wind.
Below, Hanyi laughed and clapped her hands, resuming her own song, calling up the snow and garbing herself in ice. Wind carrying her up to the top of a stony escarpment where she stood and sang across from Ling Qi.
Ling Qi reached out, caught Hanyi's hand, and carried her up. Zeqing's home and grave lay below, a mound of stone and snow, quiet and lifeless. Yet, as they sang, Ling Qi could not help but feel that she felt something stirring, the deep and deathly cold qi of this place, rippling ever so slightly.
Ling Qi let her eyes drift shut, a flute of ice hovering at her lips played through pure manipulation of the wind. Different patterns, different bars, a song being written and rewritten. It was not time yet. There was no one hear. One day she hoped their would be, and that she and Hanyi would greet their fellow disciple in Master Zeqing's arts.
But for now, they would fly, for the static mountain peak was not the right place to finish their songs. The land below which knew seasons other than endless cold, would be needed for this.
And so they flew, down down, below the clouds, where the land was green. She had already gotten leave from the Sect for this, a section of forest in the outer sect, where ill omened beasts and poisoned things from beneath had begun to gather. Begun to worry at the wardings that protected mortals. Outer Sect work normally, but useful for training. She and her junior sister descended on the browning patch in the canopy in a cloud of falling sleet and snow.
Where the toes of her slippers touched down, the ice came, a spreading crystal web beneath her feet. Leaves grew white with frost, then stiff and frozen, captured in a skin of translucent ice. Beasts and dark spirits fled, growing slow and sluggish where her gaze turned. The light snow Hanyi brought dusted the rapidly crystalizing treetops, already beginning to groan and droop under the weight of her ice, and her lovely song and outstretched hands brought the fleeing to heel, crawling back in worship of winters idol, unable to pull their attention away from her purity and beauty.
And Ling Qi watched her junior sister vanish from her side, a cold breeze to swirl and dance around one enraptured creature after the next, who drooped and died and withered in a stupified haze, Hanyi drawing in their heat with each intake of breath and leaving behind corpses covered in snow. She flitted between one and the next without movement and steps, drawn to the qi they all but offered up.
Ling Qi knew herself to be the darker figure of the two of them. She loomed, a tall shadow stretching under the frozen canopy distorted by the glimmering light that peaked through the dense ice, and where her feet touched down on the dark and earthy soil, it froze deeply, toxins and poisons soaking the ground rendered unto ice.
Stillness of the Solstice Night, her first thought for a name of this verse. The melody she was making was a song of winter, it's beginning, its middle, its ending. Something of the longest night seemed appropriate. But she was not sure of the name, perhaps…
[ ][Tech] Stillness of the Solstice Night
[ ][Tech] Long Night's Arrival
[ ][Tech] Solstice Requiem
[ }[Tech] Ode to the Long Night
[ ][Tech] Frozen Night's Refrain
She walked, and the world darkened in her wake, sleet and creeping ice. A beast, a great red and black bear covered in tumorous growths, driven mad by pain and toxin roared and charged toward her, splintering half frozen trees in its wake. And Ling Qi stepped past, playing her flute, the sharp, cold notes flaying away layers of defensive qi.
She walked on, a gleaming statue left behind her.
And another, and another, refining the verses with each passing foe, the seeping cold spread through the tainted grove, and the branches drooped sheathed in ice and heavy with falling snow drooped near to the ground.
Hanyi appeared back at her side, a smug smile behind her frost veil, and streamers of heat erupted from all who had been swayed by her song. Her junior sister drank it all in, her eyes lighting up, the shadow of pale blue iris' shading into her milky white eyes. And where she grasped Ling Qi's hand, Ling Qi felt a little warmth too, a bare trickle of qi, but qi all the same.
Ling Qi considered as her own targets began to stir, the faint sound of cracking ice filling the increasingly silent grove. She had held back, just for this purpose. To test out the final technique. It was no longer the Call to Ending, but a shadow remained, a pause, a coda of absolute silence that erased all noise.
And then she sang, her qi flooding outward into the shards of icy cold left in the meridians of beasts and tainted spirits. They cried out a crescendo of noise that joined her song, a melody like the cracking of ice floes and the thundering of released waters. From every ice surface, frost flowers bloomed, pale white, blue, and a certain hint of pink on those that grew from rimed flesh.
And then they erupted, petals and ice and snow and wind transforming the grove into a cloud of depthless white and and silence.
And Ling Qi felt the power taken flow back to those around her, to Hanyi, even Sixiang stirred in her mind, feeling the surge of vitality, and backed up power.
The old did die, and in death rang in the spring. It was incomplete yet, still drawing much from the original Frozen Soul Serenade, but she would call it…
[ ][Art] Write In
AN: Names subject to author veto, but go wild guys.
Physical Cultivation Increases to Foundation Bronze(9)
Singer of First Snows Increases to G6, Idol of Ice Increases to G3
The opening of winter, the cold wind entering the stage, the beauty of the first snow, falling sparkling upon the earth. With your song the frost and ice gathers, becomes your veil and train, you walk upon the air, Idol of the cold breeze, beautiful and captivating beyond measure. Enhances the Lonely Winter Maiden trait by two while active, and reduces the potency of damaging techniques which directly target the user by one.
First Snow's Rhapsody
Potency: G3
Type: Attack, Cold, Movement, Song
Duration: Stunt
The Icy chill brings ruin to those who have not made their preparations, their offerings to the maiden of the first snow. The cold chill that ruins a harvest left too long in the field, that scatters projects yet unfinished. The icy lash of the singers voice castigates those who do not offer praises where it is due. Usable only with Snow Maiden's Silhouette active. Hanyi may immediately move to be adjacent to an enemy within the scene. If the target is under the effect of Lonely Winter Maiden, Snow Maiden's Embrace activates on that target. If they were not under the effect the cold call of her voices lashes the target, dealing damage. If damage is successful, their resistance to Lonely Winter Maiden is reduced for the remainder of the scene.
The first snow must end, giving way to deeper winter, and so the Maiden of the First snow must vanish too, until the next coming of winter. With her she takes the love, and prayers of those she has blessed. And in war, so she steals away the lifebreath of the enthralled. Targets all enemies who have been or are under the sway of the Lonely Winter Maiden Trait, affecting them with a G4 attack and qi draining effect. Under this affect, Hanyi vanishes, entering stealth and moves immediately to Ling Qi or Zhengui's side. Whichever she appears too receives a fraction of the qi drained by this effect.
Ice, she envisioned ice, like that which covered the mountain peaks, like that which blanketed the southern lands and the peaks of the wall. Like the glinting icicles that hung from awnings, a cold that quieted and silenced the world. Her Ending was not the stasis a mountain peak above the clouds, but the winter cold preceded a new dawn and spring.
Though the Spring was not her, it couldn't be, she thought. Maybe, one day she could create something to complement it, but more likely it would be another's role to represent the storm of spring. But, the core of the Frozen Soul Serenade art was violence, it was a cold that killed. It could be brought by inches to do other things, draw upon other concepts, but it could not shed its core.
And Ling Qi did not think it would be good too. She did not want to see the terrors of the past repeated forever, but in the end, change was violence. Too create something new, old things would die. And those things which would die could only ever respond to change with violence to preserve themselves.
+1 Ending XP
This she thought, was something of the sacrifice the crone had spoken of. People would sacrifice many things, everything even, to achieve the world they wanted. So, if she was to do violence, to kill, there needed to be purpose in it. Something gained.
Ling Qi hummed the first bars of the Spring's End Aria, feeling her qi rapidly flow into the old patterns, the cycle of ice and darkness and wind, chilling the air around her. And then she stopped, and hummed another bar, and a second, similar to her Masters melody but different. She felt the qi of the technique waver and begin to unravel, sending a twinge of pain through her meridians, and instead of allowing it, she changed the flow, changed the pattern. A change, a realignment. Her humming became a quiet wordless song, harsh and hard. The billowing cold of the Spring's End tightened up around her, focused. Around her feet a spiderweb of pale blue translucent ice began to spread in a fractal pattern. The temperature plunged, and from the dry air here above the clouds what little moisture their was froze in gossamer sheets, swiftly shattered into flying, near invisible shards by the mere brush of the wind.
World's End Aria, the name came to her as she sang, letting the wind lift her into the air. It echoed her words, and tickled her fancy. There were many worlds, big and small, and it was not terribly hard to end then. But… it didn't feel right yet. Not for something still being worked on. Year's End Aria. That would do for now. Her song stole away all traces of heat, stole away the motion of the wind, stilling the air around her. Ling Qi sang and narrowed her eyes on the shimmering ripple of a wind spirit, a minor elemental faerie not even really an animal yet. The cold sucked inward, a film of frost and ice over her skin as she focused her power.
The wind faerie froze, losing all motion, and shattered into fine crystal dust in the wind.
Below, Hanyi laughed and clapped her hands, resuming her own song, calling up the snow and garbing herself in ice. Wind carrying her up to the top of a stony escarpment where she stood and sang across from Ling Qi.
Ling Qi reached out, caught Hanyi's hand, and carried her up. Zeqing's home and grave lay below, a mound of stone and snow, quiet and lifeless. Yet, as they sang, Ling Qi could not help but feel that she felt something stirring, the deep and deathly cold qi of this place, rippling ever so slightly.
Ling Qi let her eyes drift shut, a flute of ice hovering at her lips played through pure manipulation of the wind. Different patterns, different bars, a song being written and rewritten. It was not time yet. There was no one hear. One day she hoped their would be, and that she and Hanyi would greet their fellow disciple in Master Zeqing's arts.
But for now, they would fly, for the static mountain peak was not the right place to finish their songs. The land below which knew seasons other than endless cold, would be needed for this.
And so they flew, down down, below the clouds, where the land was green. She had already gotten leave from the Sect for this, a section of forest in the outer sect, where ill omened beasts and poisoned things from beneath had begun to gather. Begun to worry at the wardings that protected mortals. Outer Sect work normally, but useful for training. She and her junior sister descended on the browning patch in the canopy in a cloud of falling sleet and snow.
Where the toes of her slippers touched down, the ice came, a spreading crystal web beneath her feet. Leaves grew white with frost, then stiff and frozen, captured in a skin of translucent ice. Beasts and dark spirits fled, growing slow and sluggish where her gaze turned. The light snow Hanyi brought dusted the rapidly crystalizing treetops, already beginning to groan and droop under the weight of her ice, and her lovely song and outstretched hands brought the fleeing to heel, crawling back in worship of winters idol, unable to pull their attention away from her purity and beauty.
And Ling Qi watched her junior sister vanish from her side, a cold breeze to swirl and dance around one enraptured creature after the next, who drooped and died and withered in a stupified haze, Hanyi drawing in their heat with each intake of breath and leaving behind corpses covered in snow. She flitted between one and the next without movement and steps, drawn to the qi they all but offered up.
Ling Qi knew herself to be the darker figure of the two of them. She loomed, a tall shadow stretching under the frozen canopy distorted by the glimmering light that peaked through the dense ice, and where her feet touched down on the dark and earthy soil, it froze deeply, toxins and poisons soaking the ground rendered unto ice.
Stillness of the Solstice Night, her first thought for a name of this verse. The melody she was making was a song of winter, it's beginning, its middle, its ending. Something of the longest night seemed appropriate. But she was not sure of the name, perhaps…
[ ][Tech] Stillness of the Solstice Night
[ ][Tech] Long Night's Arrival
[ ][Tech] Solstice Requiem
[ }[Tech] Ode to the Long Night
[ ][Tech] Frozen Night's Refrain
She walked, and the world darkened in her wake, sleet and creeping ice. A beast, a great red and black bear covered in tumorous growths, driven mad by pain and toxin roared and charged toward her, splintering half frozen trees in its wake. And Ling Qi stepped past, playing her flute, the sharp, cold notes flaying away layers of defensive qi.
She walked on, a gleaming statue left behind her.
And another, and another, refining the verses with each passing foe, the seeping cold spread through the tainted grove, and the branches drooped sheathed in ice and heavy with falling snow drooped near to the ground.
Hanyi appeared back at her side, a smug smile behind her frost veil, and streamers of heat erupted from all who had been swayed by her song. Her junior sister drank it all in, her eyes lighting up, the shadow of pale blue iris' shading into her milky white eyes. And where she grasped Ling Qi's hand, Ling Qi felt a little warmth too, a bare trickle of qi, but qi all the same.
Ling Qi considered as her own targets began to stir, the faint sound of cracking ice filling the increasingly silent grove. She had held back, just for this purpose. To test out the final technique. It was no longer the Call to Ending, but a shadow remained, a pause, a coda of absolute silence that erased all noise.
And then she sang, her qi flooding outward into the shards of icy cold left in the meridians of beasts and tainted spirits. They cried out a crescendo of noise that joined her song, a melody like the cracking of ice floes and the thundering of released waters. From every ice surface, frost flowers bloomed, pale white, blue, and a certain hint of pink on those that grew from rimed flesh.
And then they erupted, petals and ice and snow and wind transforming the grove into a cloud of depthless white and and silence.
And Ling Qi felt the power taken flow back to those around her, to Hanyi, even Sixiang stirred in her mind, feeling the surge of vitality, and backed up power.
The old did die, and in death rang in the spring. It was incomplete yet, still drawing much from the original Frozen Soul Serenade, but she would call it…
[ ][Art] Write In
AN: Names subject to author veto, but go wild guys.
Physical Cultivation Increases to Foundation Bronze(9)
Singer of First Snows Increases to G6, Idol of Ice Increases to G3
The opening of winter, the cold wind entering the stage, the beauty of the first snow, falling sparkling upon the earth. With your song the frost and ice gathers, becomes your veil and train, you walk upon the air, Idol of the cold breeze, beautiful and captivating beyond measure. Enhances the Lonely Winter Maiden trait by two while active, and reduces the potency of damaging techniques which directly target the user by one.
First Snow's Rhapsody
Potency: G3
Type: Attack, Cold, Movement, Song
Duration: Stunt
The Icy chill brings ruin to those who have not made their preparations, their offerings to the maiden of the first snow. The cold chill that ruins a harvest left too long in the field, that scatters projects yet unfinished. The icy lash of the singers voice castigates those who do not offer praises where it is due. Usable only with Snow Maiden's Silhouette active. Hanyi may immediately move to be adjacent to an enemy within the scene. If the target is under the effect of Lonely Winter Maiden, Snow Maiden's Embrace activates on that target. If they were not under the effect the cold call of her voices lashes the target, dealing damage. If damage is successful, their resistance to Lonely Winter Maiden is reduced for the remainder of the scene.
The first snow must end, giving way to deeper winter, and so the Maiden of the First snow must vanish too, until the next coming of winter. With her she takes the love, and prayers of those she has blessed. And in war, so she steals away the lifebreath of the enthralled. Targets all enemies who have been or are under the sway of the Lonely Winter Maiden Trait, affecting them with a G4 attack and qi draining effect. Under this affect, Hanyi vanishes, entering stealth and moves immediately to Ling Qi or Zhengui's side. Whichever she appears too receives a fraction of the qi drained by this effect.
