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Yeah, we are going to overgrow Zeqing, that is almost inevitable.
But i would be extremely surprised, as well as very disappointed in the thread, if we ever stopped respecting her as our teacher and a surrogate mother.
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But i would be extremely surprised, as well as very disappointed in the thread, if we ever stopped respecting her as our teacher and a surrogate mother.
Not even that. I think she's still early Red. Her dantian is so deteriorated that she's advancing at a glacial pace.
Turn 18 Arc 7-4
The sun was low in the sky, splashing colors across it by the time the feast was completely ready. At the entrance to the gardens, Ling Qi stood alone as their household began to emerge. Zhengui was back in the garden, grown to a larger but more manageable size, his shell towering over the end of the table he'd set himself beside. Hanyi and Sixiang were seated just to his right. Mother was seated one seat over with Biyu, leaving the center space for Ling Qi herself. She glanced back to see them chatting, briefly catching her mother's eyes.
From inside the manor, she could practically feel the low level anxiety wafting off the people, most of them still inside. Dressed up in their best, in robes and gowns all finer than anything they would have had in their lives before, but still quite plain by the standards of what Ling Qi had grown used to being around. As a soft bell was rung by one of the hired servers in the garden, the first of them began to emerge.
Out in the front was the Min Family, the older woman was Biyu's Nanny. Her name was Min Hua, and she knew the woman was her Mother's close friend. Having spoken more to her mother about things in Tonghou, she was grateful to the woman, for helping her mother where she could. Ling Qi was glad her granddaughter had shown talent.
That granddaughter, Min Leidi, walked beside her elderly relative. She was a plain and unobtrusive sort of girl, but she looked like she had tried very hard to clean up, with her hair tied up in braids and a circlet of flowers. Her dress was pale green with white stitching. She was looking out into the garden with wide eyes. Ling Qi was letting her mist out a bit, rolling along the paths and Sixiang had wrangled together a number of little fairies to drift around as lights, little bundles of qi too simple to cause any trouble with a greater moon spirit around.
"Welcome," Ling Qi said as they approached. It was easy to let her voice roll out and carry through the garden. "Welcome here, to this feast, this celebration of your merit."
Both of them bowed very low. The young girl spoke up in a choked and nervous voice. "Thank you Lady Ling. You are very kind. This Min Leidi is only thankful that she might be of some use…"
"Please raise your heads," Ling Qi said. "You have all been of use. My family is young and small. Though your contributions might have been small, they are all valuable. I am sure your future ones will continue to be so."
"Yes!" The girl said fervently glancing at her grandmother, who nodded her head as well.
"We will both cherish our duties, whatever they might be," Min Hua said.
"And what duties do you wish for, Min Leidi. Please answer honestly," Ling Qi said, observing the girl. She was only just awakened, a bare and sparking scrap of qi in her dantian, she did not have much of a qi identity yet, no clear aura to read. A faint pine scent, a touch of wood ash maybe?
"If it pleases Lady Ling," the younger girl said, looking up at her with not a little awe. She was so short, She might have fit in Li Suyin's gowns. "I tend the gardens and keep the grounds. I would like to continue that, and well. I might like to work with Lord Zhengui to spread his blessings further. I had a little training as a junior priestess already before…"
Before a minor social altercation with a wealthier initiate and her own background had seen her kicked from the training. She'd gotten the story from her Mother.
"I see no troubles with that. Zhengui has mentioned you in good terms before," Ling Qi said. He called her 'Lei-lei' even. "I cannot make permanent arrangements yet, but I understand your wish, and I hope that you will prove equal to the task of grasping it."
She was aware that in the household, and a certain village where he had raised a fortress wall against a tide of impurity, Zhengui was already receiving some amount of prayers. Fertility of the earth, good fortune and wealth… The last part was probably because of his name.
…Even her puns had power. Such a dangerous feeling it was, to have something that simple and childish rippling out. It was probably her best pun, with multiple methods of reading. Precious, true turtle, expensive…
Well it was definitely too late to change now. The wind blew forward, not back.
"Go, Min Leidi, Min Hua, seat yourselves at the head of the table. Tomorrow morning, before I take my leave I will select a few cultivation arts that might suit you, and give some advice."
They both gave one more bow and passed Ling Qi and her mother by.
In their place, the Zhang family was next in line. A worn looking woman with long hair streaked gray and a pair of children. The older of the was a boy with wiry black hair forcibly tamed into a presentable topknot and a nervous energy about him. His robe was a little ill fitting, in a way that implied a recent and sudden growth spurt.
The other was a young girl only a few years old than Biyu, with loose brown hair tied in pretty black ribbons and a round face, clutching her mothers hand tightly with both of hers.
"Welcome Zhang Wen, Zhang Shu, Zhang Feng," Ling Qi said, beginning with the oldest, the mother and proceeding down. "Welcome here, to this feast, this celebration of your merit."
There was value in repetition for this sort of thing. She studied them. The mother looked terribly harried behind the attempt to clean up. She was clearly torn between elation and stress. Not strange for a mortal woman with two children capable of awakening.
"Lady Ling is kind," the mother, Zhang Wen said. She bowed deeply and her children followed in their own haunting way. "Your generosity is unmatched."
"I am very grateful for this chance!" the boy exclaimed, she saw a gap in his teeth as he spoke, giving him a little bit of childish lisp. One last lost tooth marking the end of childhood. The little girls murmured thanks was barely audible.
Ling Qi smiled anyway, her aura was not cold for them, but was still imposing, there was little she could do about that. "And what do you aspire to, Zhang Shu. I would hear your wish."
"I want to be a soldier! Like the people who guard the house and killed the worm thing in the basement," he announced confidently, puffing his narrow chest out.
"Very honorable," Ling Qi said. "I have to be away quite a lot, so we will need plenty of people to keep everyone safe. It will be hard, and scary though. Protecting others is a big responsibility."
"I am brave. I promise I'll do a good job!"
She smiled a little indulgently. He felt like jumping sparks, lightning and rain. He was younger, he might change but at his current rate he would probably awaken before she was back from the summit. "And you, Zhang feng? You are little yet, so it is fine if you don't have an answer."
The little girl quailed under her attention looking like she wanted to hide her face in her mothers skirts. But a coaxing hand on her head had her speak up. "I like sewing with mother."
"I see," Ling Qi said, making sure to keep her encouraging expression unwavering. "I'm sure you're very good, and will only get better. But it's fine to change your mind too. Just keep doing the little exercises with the spirit stones, okay?"
A girl that age would probably only drain even a single spirit stone over the course of months. She didn;t expect her to awaken for some years yet. So young she didn't even have the vague flashes of impression the other two gave.
"As for you Zheng Shu, I will find something suitable for you to cultivate when you awaken, and see about arranging a physical teacher."
Probably just a retired guard from the town for now. At his age only the most basic instruction was possible..
He thanked her excitedly, and passed her by with his mother and sister as she directed them.
The last of the candidate families was a girl and her mother, the Dong family. The older woman was more lively than the mother of the last group, less anxiety and nerves in her eyes. Her gaze flicked over the tables heavy with dishes food and drink with interest.
She exchanged greeting with them, just as she had the others no more and no less.
The girl, Dong Chyou had a bigger frame, wide shouldered for a girl, she looked like she'd outgrow her mother in only a few years. Her dark hair was cropped short around her ears.
"I don't know. I am sorry Lady Ling, but I am good with my characters," her answer to the question posed had only a little tremble. The girl seemed more mature than Zhang Su to her despite being a year younger. Metal, oiled steel, that was the clearest thing emerging from her young aura to Ling Qi.
"You would be surprised how much of my time is spent at the writing desk," Ling Qi said kindly. "So study well. And if you find your interest, you can bring it to me. Of course, study itself is valuable too. Dong Chyou, please continue your exercises as well, and when the time comes, I will ask you again."
The girls mother laid a hand on her shoulder and bowed deeply along with her daughter.
So much ceremony and pomp for such little things. But they were only little to her she supposed. A handful of stones pushed around. A few documents signed, and whole lives changed. She really was starting to understand Renxiang. That insight, about power, and just how many ripples people like them could send with every errant action.
…That was probably foundational to Cai Renxiang.
She greeted the others. For the other families it took less time, simply because Ling Qi only greeted them and thanked them for their efforts. And ultimately there simply weren't that many, even with children, a handful of grandparents, and just as rarely spouses, there were less than a hundred people here.
She didn't know them, not really. She was genuinely happy to see their expressions as they took their seats as they looked over the feast she had made available to them. As they whispered back and forth among each other while she greeted the last among them. As they looked at her with awe.
No she didn't know them. It would be too much to call them family, for her but… She looked at mother without turning her head. The contentment and quiet happiness in her posture and expression. She turned as the last of them went to their seats, looking at all of these people. These people who relied on her, who her mother treasured.
Not one person was connected to every other person here. No one was everyone's family, or everyone's friend. But they were all a part of this thing that might be called 'the Ling Clan'. She felt like she was beginning to understand the undercurrent in her contacts. Quiet or fervent, subtle or up front. This was something like what they meant when they said 'the Emerald Seas'.
Ling Qi crossed the distance to the head of the table without taking a step, a flicker of shadow and gust of wind. She didn't need a dais or a platform. Standing a a little off the ground, along with her own height was enough.
"Everyone. Diligent members of our household. This is truly a happy day. Among you are four who have been blessed by the Heavens with opportunity. Among you are four who have great good fortune. All of us have known the opposite. Known ill luck, known closed off opportunities," Ling Qi said. She loosened her hold on her qi, the mist rolling along the ground growing thick, the faerie lights shining above, her shadow vast and deep. "Not one person here has not known unfairness."
The whispering voices fell silent as she spoke, all of them looking up at her. "And that is why we must support each other. Fortune shared is fortune spread. To those who have struck luck, I ask that you all give your support, your admiration, your joy. For those who receive this, I ask that you give your diligence, your ambition, your best efforts. In this we may strike back at unfairness if only a little. The trials we have undergone have come from our choices, from the choices of other men and women. If I have any command for you let it be this. Choose better than those who have trampled upon you. Be the support which you have wished for."
The wind picked up a little making the more normal lights the candles on the table gutter.
In the end, though the thief of winds had been acting for herself, thinking of herself, her adventure had changed the world, had brought new choices, new horizons to many, for selfish as it might have been it struck against the tyranny of the mightiest, those who sought and had ultimate freedom, the ability to do as they willed without restraint. In humbling them, in breaking their hold, the winds had spread across the world.
"Do this, and the Ling clan will always be a place of welcome, a place of plenty. Do this and though you might not have the power of cultivation yourself, you will always have its aid. And for those who have had heavens fortune. Never forget this day, these people around you. They are your foundation, who will raise you, carry you as you grow. Now, that is enough from me. Eat, drink, and make merry. Tonight you have no duty but joy and companionship!"
She lowered her hands, sinking into her own seat. She did not let her nerves show. She felt so foolish making such a grand speech.
But people bowed their heads. They showed her respect. It wasn't the empty smile of those coerced to respect a superior.
"It was good, it was good. This kind of thing is more about the feeling than the words you know?" Sixiang whispered without moving their lips, grinning at her instead.
"You did well, Ling Qi," her mother murmured. "There is a great deal of satisfaction, in being acknowledged like this."
I certainly hope so," Ling Qi said. "Lets enjoy now. I won't have a chance to relax again for quite a while."
She was going to have to make a lot more speeches in the future. Speeches to audiences much less invested than this. People who really might see her as just a silly girl, dressing in her mother's gowns. It was freeing to know there were so so many out there, all affecting outcomes just as much with their choices. It was terrifying thinking of the scope her decisions now effected. But that was the Way she had chosen.
The summit loomed.
AN: Thank you for your patience everyone! This is the end of this turn, next up is the summit itself. I will be updating the front page tomorrow, and there will be a one week hiatus as I relax and prepare for the next turn. Thanks for sticking with this story for so long!
From inside the manor, she could practically feel the low level anxiety wafting off the people, most of them still inside. Dressed up in their best, in robes and gowns all finer than anything they would have had in their lives before, but still quite plain by the standards of what Ling Qi had grown used to being around. As a soft bell was rung by one of the hired servers in the garden, the first of them began to emerge.
Out in the front was the Min Family, the older woman was Biyu's Nanny. Her name was Min Hua, and she knew the woman was her Mother's close friend. Having spoken more to her mother about things in Tonghou, she was grateful to the woman, for helping her mother where she could. Ling Qi was glad her granddaughter had shown talent.
That granddaughter, Min Leidi, walked beside her elderly relative. She was a plain and unobtrusive sort of girl, but she looked like she had tried very hard to clean up, with her hair tied up in braids and a circlet of flowers. Her dress was pale green with white stitching. She was looking out into the garden with wide eyes. Ling Qi was letting her mist out a bit, rolling along the paths and Sixiang had wrangled together a number of little fairies to drift around as lights, little bundles of qi too simple to cause any trouble with a greater moon spirit around.
"Welcome," Ling Qi said as they approached. It was easy to let her voice roll out and carry through the garden. "Welcome here, to this feast, this celebration of your merit."
Both of them bowed very low. The young girl spoke up in a choked and nervous voice. "Thank you Lady Ling. You are very kind. This Min Leidi is only thankful that she might be of some use…"
"Please raise your heads," Ling Qi said. "You have all been of use. My family is young and small. Though your contributions might have been small, they are all valuable. I am sure your future ones will continue to be so."
"Yes!" The girl said fervently glancing at her grandmother, who nodded her head as well.
"We will both cherish our duties, whatever they might be," Min Hua said.
"And what duties do you wish for, Min Leidi. Please answer honestly," Ling Qi said, observing the girl. She was only just awakened, a bare and sparking scrap of qi in her dantian, she did not have much of a qi identity yet, no clear aura to read. A faint pine scent, a touch of wood ash maybe?
"If it pleases Lady Ling," the younger girl said, looking up at her with not a little awe. She was so short, She might have fit in Li Suyin's gowns. "I tend the gardens and keep the grounds. I would like to continue that, and well. I might like to work with Lord Zhengui to spread his blessings further. I had a little training as a junior priestess already before…"
Before a minor social altercation with a wealthier initiate and her own background had seen her kicked from the training. She'd gotten the story from her Mother.
"I see no troubles with that. Zhengui has mentioned you in good terms before," Ling Qi said. He called her 'Lei-lei' even. "I cannot make permanent arrangements yet, but I understand your wish, and I hope that you will prove equal to the task of grasping it."
She was aware that in the household, and a certain village where he had raised a fortress wall against a tide of impurity, Zhengui was already receiving some amount of prayers. Fertility of the earth, good fortune and wealth… The last part was probably because of his name.
…Even her puns had power. Such a dangerous feeling it was, to have something that simple and childish rippling out. It was probably her best pun, with multiple methods of reading. Precious, true turtle, expensive…
Well it was definitely too late to change now. The wind blew forward, not back.
"Go, Min Leidi, Min Hua, seat yourselves at the head of the table. Tomorrow morning, before I take my leave I will select a few cultivation arts that might suit you, and give some advice."
They both gave one more bow and passed Ling Qi and her mother by.
In their place, the Zhang family was next in line. A worn looking woman with long hair streaked gray and a pair of children. The older of the was a boy with wiry black hair forcibly tamed into a presentable topknot and a nervous energy about him. His robe was a little ill fitting, in a way that implied a recent and sudden growth spurt.
The other was a young girl only a few years old than Biyu, with loose brown hair tied in pretty black ribbons and a round face, clutching her mothers hand tightly with both of hers.
"Welcome Zhang Wen, Zhang Shu, Zhang Feng," Ling Qi said, beginning with the oldest, the mother and proceeding down. "Welcome here, to this feast, this celebration of your merit."
There was value in repetition for this sort of thing. She studied them. The mother looked terribly harried behind the attempt to clean up. She was clearly torn between elation and stress. Not strange for a mortal woman with two children capable of awakening.
"Lady Ling is kind," the mother, Zhang Wen said. She bowed deeply and her children followed in their own haunting way. "Your generosity is unmatched."
"I am very grateful for this chance!" the boy exclaimed, she saw a gap in his teeth as he spoke, giving him a little bit of childish lisp. One last lost tooth marking the end of childhood. The little girls murmured thanks was barely audible.
Ling Qi smiled anyway, her aura was not cold for them, but was still imposing, there was little she could do about that. "And what do you aspire to, Zhang Shu. I would hear your wish."
"I want to be a soldier! Like the people who guard the house and killed the worm thing in the basement," he announced confidently, puffing his narrow chest out.
"Very honorable," Ling Qi said. "I have to be away quite a lot, so we will need plenty of people to keep everyone safe. It will be hard, and scary though. Protecting others is a big responsibility."
"I am brave. I promise I'll do a good job!"
She smiled a little indulgently. He felt like jumping sparks, lightning and rain. He was younger, he might change but at his current rate he would probably awaken before she was back from the summit. "And you, Zhang feng? You are little yet, so it is fine if you don't have an answer."
The little girl quailed under her attention looking like she wanted to hide her face in her mothers skirts. But a coaxing hand on her head had her speak up. "I like sewing with mother."
"I see," Ling Qi said, making sure to keep her encouraging expression unwavering. "I'm sure you're very good, and will only get better. But it's fine to change your mind too. Just keep doing the little exercises with the spirit stones, okay?"
A girl that age would probably only drain even a single spirit stone over the course of months. She didn;t expect her to awaken for some years yet. So young she didn't even have the vague flashes of impression the other two gave.
"As for you Zheng Shu, I will find something suitable for you to cultivate when you awaken, and see about arranging a physical teacher."
Probably just a retired guard from the town for now. At his age only the most basic instruction was possible..
He thanked her excitedly, and passed her by with his mother and sister as she directed them.
The last of the candidate families was a girl and her mother, the Dong family. The older woman was more lively than the mother of the last group, less anxiety and nerves in her eyes. Her gaze flicked over the tables heavy with dishes food and drink with interest.
She exchanged greeting with them, just as she had the others no more and no less.
The girl, Dong Chyou had a bigger frame, wide shouldered for a girl, she looked like she'd outgrow her mother in only a few years. Her dark hair was cropped short around her ears.
"I don't know. I am sorry Lady Ling, but I am good with my characters," her answer to the question posed had only a little tremble. The girl seemed more mature than Zhang Su to her despite being a year younger. Metal, oiled steel, that was the clearest thing emerging from her young aura to Ling Qi.
"You would be surprised how much of my time is spent at the writing desk," Ling Qi said kindly. "So study well. And if you find your interest, you can bring it to me. Of course, study itself is valuable too. Dong Chyou, please continue your exercises as well, and when the time comes, I will ask you again."
The girls mother laid a hand on her shoulder and bowed deeply along with her daughter.
So much ceremony and pomp for such little things. But they were only little to her she supposed. A handful of stones pushed around. A few documents signed, and whole lives changed. She really was starting to understand Renxiang. That insight, about power, and just how many ripples people like them could send with every errant action.
…That was probably foundational to Cai Renxiang.
She greeted the others. For the other families it took less time, simply because Ling Qi only greeted them and thanked them for their efforts. And ultimately there simply weren't that many, even with children, a handful of grandparents, and just as rarely spouses, there were less than a hundred people here.
She didn't know them, not really. She was genuinely happy to see their expressions as they took their seats as they looked over the feast she had made available to them. As they whispered back and forth among each other while she greeted the last among them. As they looked at her with awe.
No she didn't know them. It would be too much to call them family, for her but… She looked at mother without turning her head. The contentment and quiet happiness in her posture and expression. She turned as the last of them went to their seats, looking at all of these people. These people who relied on her, who her mother treasured.
Not one person was connected to every other person here. No one was everyone's family, or everyone's friend. But they were all a part of this thing that might be called 'the Ling Clan'. She felt like she was beginning to understand the undercurrent in her contacts. Quiet or fervent, subtle or up front. This was something like what they meant when they said 'the Emerald Seas'.
Ling Qi crossed the distance to the head of the table without taking a step, a flicker of shadow and gust of wind. She didn't need a dais or a platform. Standing a a little off the ground, along with her own height was enough.
"Everyone. Diligent members of our household. This is truly a happy day. Among you are four who have been blessed by the Heavens with opportunity. Among you are four who have great good fortune. All of us have known the opposite. Known ill luck, known closed off opportunities," Ling Qi said. She loosened her hold on her qi, the mist rolling along the ground growing thick, the faerie lights shining above, her shadow vast and deep. "Not one person here has not known unfairness."
The whispering voices fell silent as she spoke, all of them looking up at her. "And that is why we must support each other. Fortune shared is fortune spread. To those who have struck luck, I ask that you all give your support, your admiration, your joy. For those who receive this, I ask that you give your diligence, your ambition, your best efforts. In this we may strike back at unfairness if only a little. The trials we have undergone have come from our choices, from the choices of other men and women. If I have any command for you let it be this. Choose better than those who have trampled upon you. Be the support which you have wished for."
The wind picked up a little making the more normal lights the candles on the table gutter.
Choices blossoms in plenty, in solidarity in empathy
+2 Motion XP +2 Choice XP, +1 Home XP. Choice Concept Unlocked.
+2 Motion XP +2 Choice XP, +1 Home XP. Choice Concept Unlocked.
Four Winds Dance: G5
Type: Anti Finisher
Duration: Stunt, Dispel
Four winds is an illusion, a simplification of infinite complexity. They are a symbol, but no less potent for it.The wind's dance is the dance of the world, of the movement of the sky and the turning of the seasons. Action and reaction, none command the wind, and yet no breeze is sourceless.
You avoid the effects of a technique completely, if necessary immediately moving out of its range. When you do all negative technique effects afflicting you are scattered randomly to nearby foes. In addition dispel all bind, root and compulsion effects on allies in the scene. Usable Once per Scene.
Type: Anti Finisher
Duration: Stunt, Dispel
Four winds is an illusion, a simplification of infinite complexity. They are a symbol, but no less potent for it.The wind's dance is the dance of the world, of the movement of the sky and the turning of the seasons. Action and reaction, none command the wind, and yet no breeze is sourceless.
You avoid the effects of a technique completely, if necessary immediately moving out of its range. When you do all negative technique effects afflicting you are scattered randomly to nearby foes. In addition dispel all bind, root and compulsion effects on allies in the scene. Usable Once per Scene.
In the end, though the thief of winds had been acting for herself, thinking of herself, her adventure had changed the world, had brought new choices, new horizons to many, for selfish as it might have been it struck against the tyranny of the mightiest, those who sought and had ultimate freedom, the ability to do as they willed without restraint. In humbling them, in breaking their hold, the winds had spread across the world.
"Do this, and the Ling clan will always be a place of welcome, a place of plenty. Do this and though you might not have the power of cultivation yourself, you will always have its aid. And for those who have had heavens fortune. Never forget this day, these people around you. They are your foundation, who will raise you, carry you as you grow. Now, that is enough from me. Eat, drink, and make merry. Tonight you have no duty but joy and companionship!"
She lowered her hands, sinking into her own seat. She did not let her nerves show. She felt so foolish making such a grand speech.
But people bowed their heads. They showed her respect. It wasn't the empty smile of those coerced to respect a superior.
"It was good, it was good. This kind of thing is more about the feeling than the words you know?" Sixiang whispered without moving their lips, grinning at her instead.
"You did well, Ling Qi," her mother murmured. "There is a great deal of satisfaction, in being acknowledged like this."
I certainly hope so," Ling Qi said. "Lets enjoy now. I won't have a chance to relax again for quite a while."
She was going to have to make a lot more speeches in the future. Speeches to audiences much less invested than this. People who really might see her as just a silly girl, dressing in her mother's gowns. It was freeing to know there were so so many out there, all affecting outcomes just as much with their choices. It was terrifying thinking of the scope her decisions now effected. But that was the Way she had chosen.
The summit loomed.
AN: Thank you for your patience everyone! This is the end of this turn, next up is the summit itself. I will be updating the front page tomorrow, and there will be a one week hiatus as I relax and prepare for the next turn. Thanks for sticking with this story for so long!
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- Staring into the void
Yes... embrace the power of memetic language in puns.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Insight Gained: "Through puns, you shall shape the future."
Bai Meizhen and Cui portrait
Abby Normal
High Clerk of the Ymaryn
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The timing... I saw the discord ping for the update literally while i was admiring the artwork that my friend JJ and I commissioned... BEHOLD:
View: https://imgur.com/a/y4hAX7x
Art by Zoe-Oneesama, who does great art and also a fun comic:
Edit: realized that the original image link wasn't permanent
View: https://imgur.com/a/y4hAX7x
Art by Zoe-Oneesama, who does great art and also a fun comic:
Yay for puns! I think it was @Katreus who came up with it? Wasn't there for it, but i think thats who i saw when i went looking a while back
Edit: realized that the original image link wasn't permanent
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Oliver_Twister
Idea-Man, He Who Shits Ideas
- Location
- West Africa
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Hmm. A possible apprentice for Yu Nuan?
Also, if you foes with the Admin route, someone to send to the Autumn Leaf? Also, something something iron sharpens iron with Renxiang around.
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- Spain
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- He/Him
- Location
- The Star Kingdom of Manticore
What a great update. Really enjoyed the festival!
The artist really captures her casual disdain🐍
- Location
- California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The world is so fucking doomed.
Mmm, so immediate future Min Leidi needs to get the educational foundation to start learning geomancy later, if she's going to be working with Zhengui's cult and the gardening.
I'm inclined to suggest that once the summit is over, we should start thinking about sending her up to the fief earlier than the rest of the household so she can shadow Zhengui and observe him and the geomancers since that's arguably the best source of education she can get rn. She needs enough of a foundation that she can get something out of it ofc, but once she has that...
I'm inclined to suggest that once the summit is over, we should start thinking about sending her up to the fief earlier than the rest of the household so she can shadow Zhengui and observe him and the geomancers since that's arguably the best source of education she can get rn. She needs enough of a foundation that she can get something out of it ofc, but once she has that...
Yeah I think we can get this out of the way so I can think about the results. Please establish who is going to roll before doing so
Oliver_Twister
Idea-Man, He Who Shits Ideas
- Location
- West Africa
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I can roll
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
kfrar
Aspiring Encyclopedia
Go forth, glorious champion/scapegoat, and test your luck
Oliver_Twister
Idea-Man, He Who Shits Ideas
- Location
- West Africa
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Well fuck
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
ImperatorV
The Laughing One
- Location
- The Voyaging Realm
Well that was certainly one of the rolls of all time. Definitely makes things more interesting, in the Chinese sense. How appropriate.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
What are we actually rolling for? Like I was a little confused there.