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Threads Of Destiny(Eastern Fantasy, Sequel to Forge of Destiny)
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[X] She did, Shu Yue had said it, the best battlefield they could ask for was the liminal. She could not fight on this level… but perhaps she only needed to facilitate.
[X] She did, Shu Yue had said it, the best battlefield they could ask for was the liminal. She could not fight on this level… but perhaps she only needed to facilitate.
[X] She did, Shu Yue had said it, the best battlefield they could ask for was the liminal. She could not fight on this level… but perhaps she only needed to facilitate.
We know the answer BUT.
I wanted to after the fact be able to say that i'm partially responsible for the TRIBULATION.
We know the answer BUT.
I wanted to after the fact be able to say that i'm partially responsible for the TRIBULATION.
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- The Space Between
Geocentric cosmology, with the Sun and Moon orbiting creation on opposite sides OR creation spins and the Sun and Moon are static on opposite sides of creation. We're not sure. There's basically no eclipses ever, unless something from creation is blocking/attacking the Sun. Which is always a bad thing
Huh. That would imply that the moon produces its own light instesd of reflecting sunlight since it would be in a constant lunsr eclipse otherwise. Interesting.
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- Staring into the void
Yes, it does. The phases are also independent of the sun.
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- He/Him
One actually did dissent, but then most wisely withdrew!
I always love seeing a unanimous vote.
this vote was just the quest equivalent of the DM going "are you sure you want to do this?"
Shu Yue, General Genocide, Still Waters Deeping, Weeping...haven?
There's going to be at least four Violets involved.
A reminder. This is what it looks like when Violets go loud:
It was at that point that the sky tore open.
Despite the danger, despite the anger and adrenaline and everything else, Ling Qi found her attention dragged upward to the clear blue sky above the raggedly torn clouds. The stars were falling. Ten thousand burning lights lit the sky and drowned out the sun. Her senses burned at the raw power born above her, each one fit to shake mountains and obliterate towns. The pressure that fell upon her, seeking to crush them all to the ground, was so much worse than that day in the New Year's Tournament, the will of a greater cultivator to kill far surpassing the power unleashed in a spar. The stars fell, and in that moment, Ling Qi knew fear.
She could not escape the light that would cleanse the mountain.
She could not endure the burning heat of the sun.
She could not protect even a single thing.
All she could do was die.
A temple gong rang, and a corona of golden light consumed the sky. A tremendous palm shining like liquid gold, large enough to cup White Cloud Mountain in its grip, rose into the sky. The stars fell, and a titan of gold caught them in his hands.
Standing astride two peaks, one foot upon each mountaintop, vast and shining and stretching kilometers into the sky, there was Elder Bei Yongrui. His robes hung open, hundreds of meters of silk trailing from his waist, baring a body that was as thick with muscle as it was with fat. Around his neck, the thick prayer prayer beads he wore had transformed, each one a globe of liquid white flame a dozen meters across. His hands were clasped before him in prayer, and behind him floated one hundred titanic golden hands.
So that was what Gan Guangli was going for, Ling Qi thought absently.
[...]
A hurricane of wind ripped through the broken wall of the caldera, and it was everything Linq Qi could do to not be blown away. She stared out through the gap at the rising cloud of smoke and debris, a tall pillar with an expanding cap which rose from a blackened crater where a valley had once been. Ling Qi dragged her eyes upward and beheld the clouds rising in a kilometers-wide funnel above the caldera, whirling walls of wind that screamed at speeds fit to tear trees and whole hills from the earth. The circle of visible sky was awash with light, countless burning stars blooming and dying.
The elder stood motionless. No, that wasn't right, she realized as a mountain peak caved in, crushed in the shape of a foot, and a second falling sun detonated kilometers away and still ripped at her hair and gown. He appeared to be still because she could not see him moving. She saw a thousand, two thousand, detonations of light in the sky, and the air wailed with unending thunder. She could feel the wind around her distorting, the world's natural flows bending and buckling under their weight. She could feel the storm deforming, heaven, water, and wind qi carving itself into the world in unalterable grooves.
The spirits of the world were going mad with panic, and she could feel even the slow spirits of the mountains themselves awakening, hardening their stony hides in the face of ruin.
There's going to be at least four Violets involved.
A reminder. This is what it looks like when Violets go loud:
It was at that point that the sky tore open.
Despite the danger, despite the anger and adrenaline and everything else, Ling Qi found her attention dragged upward to the clear blue sky above the raggedly torn clouds. The stars were falling. Ten thousand burning lights lit the sky and drowned out the sun. Her senses burned at the raw power born above her, each one fit to shake mountains and obliterate towns. The pressure that fell upon her, seeking to crush them all to the ground, was so much worse than that day in the New Year's Tournament, the will of a greater cultivator to kill far surpassing the power unleashed in a spar. The stars fell, and in that moment, Ling Qi knew fear.
She could not escape the light that would cleanse the mountain.
She could not endure the burning heat of the sun.
She could not protect even a single thing.
All she could do was die.
A temple gong rang, and a corona of golden light consumed the sky. A tremendous palm shining like liquid gold, large enough to cup White Cloud Mountain in its grip, rose into the sky. The stars fell, and a titan of gold caught them in his hands.
Standing astride two peaks, one foot upon each mountaintop, vast and shining and stretching kilometers into the sky, there was Elder Bei Yongrui. His robes hung open, hundreds of meters of silk trailing from his waist, baring a body that was as thick with muscle as it was with fat. Around his neck, the thick prayer prayer beads he wore had transformed, each one a globe of liquid white flame a dozen meters across. His hands were clasped before him in prayer, and behind him floated one hundred titanic golden hands.
So that was what Gan Guangli was going for, Ling Qi thought absently.
[...]
A hurricane of wind ripped through the broken wall of the caldera, and it was everything Linq Qi could do to not be blown away. She stared out through the gap at the rising cloud of smoke and debris, a tall pillar with an expanding cap which rose from a blackened crater where a valley had once been. Ling Qi dragged her eyes upward and beheld the clouds rising in a kilometers-wide funnel above the caldera, whirling walls of wind that screamed at speeds fit to tear trees and whole hills from the earth. The circle of visible sky was awash with light, countless burning stars blooming and dying.
The elder stood motionless. No, that wasn't right, she realized as a mountain peak caved in, crushed in the shape of a foot, and a second falling sun detonated kilometers away and still ripped at her hair and gown. He appeared to be still because she could not see him moving. She saw a thousand, two thousand, detonations of light in the sky, and the air wailed with unending thunder. She could feel the wind around her distorting, the world's natural flows bending and buckling under their weight. She could feel the storm deforming, heaven, water, and wind qi carving itself into the world in unalterable grooves.
The spirits of the world were going mad with panic, and she could feel even the slow spirits of the mountains themselves awakening, hardening their stony hides in the face of ruin.
ן mean, if we had refused, Im pretty sure Shu Yue's response was to immediatly search for the parasite in our mind. cause thats not Ling Qi.
Ling Qi might behave carefuly at times, stay away from danger. but she will never pass up shenanigans.
more seriously though, Ling Qi is pretty tough, is very good with the Liminal, and has strong unyielding and self integrity aspects to her domain. as long as none of the Violets attacks her directly, she will be fine. we did have an experience in the nightmare tribulation going against a prism in the liminal and still avoiding him
Ling Qi might behave carefuly at times, stay away from danger. but she will never pass up shenanigans.
more seriously though, Ling Qi is pretty tough, is very good with the Liminal, and has strong unyielding and self integrity aspects to her domain. as long as none of the Violets attacks her directly, she will be fine. we did have an experience in the nightmare tribulation going against a prism in the liminal and still avoiding him
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In all seriousness, if they're able to hide this fight from the summit participants my suspension of disbelief will go "crack." The shallows of the Liminal should not be enough to conceal Sovereigns trying to kill each other. Xia Ren is everything SWD hates. I wouldn't be surprised if he, once he realizes there's no way out, were to try and pull her with him into death. Everyone within kilometres is going to be battered with visions like this:Now, what could possibly keep the summit attendees from noticing the Terrible Events raging just on the other side of the liminal, you might wonder?
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- Colorado
To be fair that's an example of a Sovereign confrontation happening in the material world right on top of us, I wouldn't want to be taking a nap right now but it shouldn't be on quite that level for people who are awake.
I really want people in-setting to begin calling Ling Qi the Sword Bearer after this.
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Someone uses the name sarcastically and it starts spreading beyond its original context, cuing serious misunderstandings about Ling Qi's sexual preferences and type. You know, all of that sword-and-sheath imagery.
"You know, the Heron General DID seem weirdly okay with the diplomatic summit with all those foreigners..."
Anyone who knows anything about Xia Ren is going to feel something break in their brain when they hear that rumour.