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Threads Of Destiny(Eastern Fantasy, Sequel to Forge of Destiny)

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I highly enjoyed that omake, but reading about a Ling Qingge who's happy and free to pursue her own path in her youth really made me wistful.

One day, Ling Mom will get to go on cool cultivator adventures too!
 
The Laurent said:
Ling Qingqe and the Dream Horse, Gallop 1: Upon Fields and Plains Below Distant Stars

It had not been the best day she'd ever had, but it'd been far from the worst. She rode on Lightning, and Lightning she wielded, and a dozen bandits that seemed to be barbarians had fallen… but where had they come from? She had been riding for many days, hoping that her leave of absence would extend this far--the Sect being generally at peace and her work against bandits being appreciated by plenty of Lords--but she knew that chasing down rumors of a Dream Horse was a little bit beyond her remit.

But Lightning had been curious. She was not much of one for the Liminal, Ling Qinqqe preferred the pure physicality of it, of being stronger than anyone who'd look at her and see the child of servants, of that smell of grass and freedom when you run through a meadow… or indeed ride through it. Of sweat on your brow from honest work, but not servile work. Of everything that was lacking whenever she visited her family in that dreadful city.

At some point she had begun to like sleeping under the stars and seeing no great buildings for miles around if she could help it. Such was the nature of Cultivation, that you climbed and climbed and shaped yourself into something odd. She'd noticed it, just how odd and strange all of her peers were… those who did not hate her, for she was known as a very lucky commoner indeed. There is no such thing as fate, but Chance is a part of the beautiful chaos of the world.

Lightning's sire… if she ever reached impossible heights of Sovereignty, Lightning would be able to naturally keep up with her. A truly powerful spirit, a truly kind and spirited friend… if sometimes easily spooked. It was the nature of horses, though, to be spooked sometimes, even those who were as much spirit as horse. She had in the last year discovered a truly impressive Cultivation Art, and she'd always been very lucky in battle and peace as well.

Such was life!

The only thing she hungered for was a second bound spirit, because perhaps a hawk or dog would be good for her. Good for hunting and good for company. She didn't regret seeking Freedom, but if you wanted not to have to go from perch to perch, it was best to be free in company, so that your wings can be strong indeed.

She had the Savage Dirge, a new Art she was working on, but that was hardly company.

"You're lost in your thoughts again, friend," Lightning whinnied out. "Right! I can see something in the distance." There were signs of battle in the distance, or rather her eyes saw that there was conflict and violence in that direction. She headed towards the danger, because that's what it meant to be a hero, and her Way could hardly accommodate otherwise.

A Hero ran towards danger, so that others could be safe!


These mountainous plains were not hard to traverse, but as she did she readied herself. She had fought often in her eighteen years, in small ways and big. She'd seen the beasts of the field, and understood that humans are not as different as they think from them. For better and for worse. She was an animal, with her own habits that she could only hope did not become predictable.

She could smell the blood on the ailr, she could take in all the little details of the rolling hills, the way this area has clearly not seen harvesting and planting, but has seen pastoralism and grazing. She can feel with each breath the condition of the world, and she has Arts aplenty that tell her information, because there is no unimportant fact. If you want to live in the world, if you want to be a different kind of animal, free and yet not wild the way the ravening Cultivator of myth and rumor is, you have to understand it. She almost laughed, at the feeling of the reins in her hand that she had only because they had their own craft to them… abilities that had nothing to do with directing Lightning, who hardly needed it.

She was riding into battle, but she knew that she'd try to save whoever it was whose blood was up, whose wounds had made this sign in the very world itself.

Still, when she rounded the hill, she was not prepared for what she saw.

She knew what a Xuanwu said. She'd had a very pleasant month of casual encounters with the scion of a Count family that lived, of course, on the back of a Xuanwu. He was a wanderer, chasing impossible rumors and legends all the way down south, and in truth Ling Qinqqe did not know of a more attractive quality in a man than wanderlust, unless it was basic respect that she too had stories to tell and adventurers to go on. She'd ridden him hard, knowing her control of her body made it entirely safe, and in the hazy afterglow they'd talked long hours of nonsense and stories of growing up.

So she knew what a Xuanwu was, and roughly what they looked like.

A small hill of a turtle, with an young ice-spirit and a beautiful, dark-skinned, tall and ethereal cultivator on it was not what she expected to see at all, ringed on all sides by enemies and danger and yet in the whirlwind as calm and controlled as could be imagined.

She had invented an Art or two in her time, but she was proud of her Body Tale Evaluation, for the body even of those who were more spirit than flesh, told stories of what it was: more physical cultivators were easier to read, and the lower one was, the easier it was to read, but she could tell that this noblewoman was seventeen, almost a year younger than her, and yet well into Framing, a step ahead of her. A prodigy, and the thought always made her want to double and then redouble her efforts.

She was surrounded, and while a few were Yellow, most of the enemies were well into Green, and as powerful as she and her two spirits were, it was certainly not a fair fight, plus there were all those beasts, in this case mostly hounds but also a few birds of prey! It was time to even the odds!

The birds were the first problem, because a fortress the likes of a Xuanwu could only be assaulted from the air. Especially since the ground was frozen, and the music of the howling win dominated. But Thunderer feared no ice and snow, no cruel terrain, and so she called upon one of her Arts:

First comes the lightning…

She drew her shortbow and shot a perfect, streaking shot that slammed into one of the raptors and killed it instantly.

Then comes the thunder…

The others had moved to get out of the way, but not far enough, as the boom of thunder accompanied damage to everything in that direction, and she'd angled it so that the Noble Lady would not be there. Several birds fell from the sky, more stunned than dead, but all at once the pressure on the Lady had eased up.

The hounds and others leapt towards her, trying to drag her down, but she tossed her bow in the air and drew a spear in a single motion, and stabbed down again and again. Strike, strike, strike! This was its own sort of music, because after each strike came a thunder boom of sorts, knocking the enemies not hit around. She could hit a single target, she could hit a thousand, and it was all about throwing the enemy around. Most of them were still alive, but now many of them were wounded and disorganized, and she suspected with how widespread the ice was, the way the chill caught even her, that…

This voice could kill.

At once the ice spread, at once the wind howled, at once people shattered like so much ice, and a battle that they'd already been won turned into a slaughter.

And standing above all of it, on a back of some strange Xuanwu, turtle and serpent both, stood the Lady. Elegant, in control, in command, a prodigy. She battled a moment of insecurity, before this woman who seemed as if she had never known a day of her life when she did not expect and get service, that moved in every motion with power and authority that Ling Qinqqe had struggled with… though she knew that she could never know another's struggles, that to assume these things…

But it was one thing to know, and another thing to feel it. Standing amid the glittering chaos and death, she said to Thunder, "Be on your best behavior, we're meeting a Lady."

"Of course, I'm not the one who would probably pick a fight with a snake, just because it's fun," Thunder whinnied.

Ling Qinqqe nodded. Fair enough! She did sometimes do things just to get a rise out of elegant, well-born people who thought they knew the servility they were owed.

But, let it begin on a good note.

"Hail and well met," she began, and on a whim, she grinned. The Lady was staring at her, as if trying to figure something out… but not quite managing it.

Huh.

…why did a conversation with someone high-ranking feel more terrifying than an army of barbarians?

Wait, why was she asking stupid questions, of course it felt more fraught! But she'd do it anyway!

To be continued! Bold is a Concept, underline is a sort of expression of an Insight, albeit sometimes framed slightly differently to actually fit into the dialogue. Their conversation comes next!

Also, what's the Dream Horse? You'll learn later!
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That was fun! Looking forward to the continuation!!!
 
Also, what was the WOG on what the other Ling Clans were up to in Emerald Seas? I know there were, like, two others, and obviously Ling Qinqqe is going to first assume that it's another Ling family because... well duh?
 
The Laurent said:
Ling Qingqe and the Dream Horse, Gallop 1: Upon Fields and Plains Below Distant Stars

It had not been the best day she'd ever had, but it'd been far from the worst. She rode on Lightning, and Lightning she wielded, and a dozen bandits that seemed to be barbarians had fallen… but where had they come from? She had been riding for many days, hoping that her leave of absence would extend this far--the Sect being generally at peace and her work against bandits being appreciated by plenty of Lords--but she knew that chasing down rumors of a Dream Horse was a little bit beyond her remit.

But Lightning had been curious. She was not much of one for the Liminal, Ling Qinqqe preferred the pure physicality of it, of being stronger than anyone who'd look at her and see the child of servants, of that smell of grass and freedom when you run through a meadow… or indeed ride through it. Of sweat on your brow from honest work, but not servile work. Of everything that was lacking whenever she visited her family in that dreadful city.

At some point she had begun to like sleeping under the stars and seeing no great buildings for miles around if she could help it. Such was the nature of Cultivation, that you climbed and climbed and shaped yourself into something odd. She'd noticed it, just how odd and strange all of her peers were… those who did not hate her, for she was known as a very lucky commoner indeed. There is no such thing as fate, but Chance is a part of the beautiful chaos of the world.

Lightning's sire… if she ever reached impossible heights of Sovereignty, Lightning would be able to naturally keep up with her. A truly powerful spirit, a truly kind and spirited friend… if sometimes easily spooked. It was the nature of horses, though, to be spooked sometimes, even those who were as much spirit as horse. She had in the last year discovered a truly impressive Cultivation Art, and she'd always been very lucky in battle and peace as well.

Such was life!

The only thing she hungered for was a second bound spirit, because perhaps a hawk or dog would be good for her. Good for hunting and good for company. She didn't regret seeking Freedom, but if you wanted not to have to go from perch to perch, it was best to be free in company, so that your wings can be strong indeed.

She had the Savage Dirge, a new Art she was working on, but that was hardly company.

"You're lost in your thoughts again, friend," Lightning whinnied out. "Right! I can see something in the distance." There were signs of battle in the distance, or rather her eyes saw that there was conflict and violence in that direction. She headed towards the danger, because that's what it meant to be a hero, and her Way could hardly accommodate otherwise.

A Hero ran towards danger, so that others could be safe!


These mountainous plains were not hard to traverse, but as she did she readied herself. She had fought often in her eighteen years, in small ways and big. She'd seen the beasts of the field, and understood that humans are not as different as they think from them. For better and for worse. She was an animal, with her own habits that she could only hope did not become predictable.

She could smell the blood on the ailr, she could take in all the little details of the rolling hills, the way this area has clearly not seen harvesting and planting, but has seen pastoralism and grazing. She can feel with each breath the condition of the world, and she has Arts aplenty that tell her information, because there is no unimportant fact. If you want to live in the world, if you want to be a different kind of animal, free and yet not wild the way the ravening Cultivator of myth and rumor is, you have to understand it. She almost laughed, at the feeling of the reins in her hand that she had only because they had their own craft to them… abilities that had nothing to do with directing Lightning, who hardly needed it.

She was riding into battle, but she knew that she'd try to save whoever it was whose blood was up, whose wounds had made this sign in the very world itself.

Still, when she rounded the hill, she was not prepared for what she saw.

She knew what a Xuanwu said. She'd had a very pleasant month of casual encounters with the scion of a Count family that lived, of course, on the back of a Xuanwu. He was a wanderer, chasing impossible rumors and legends all the way down south, and in truth Ling Qinqqe did not know of a more attractive quality in a man than wanderlust, unless it was basic respect that she too had stories to tell and adventurers to go on. She'd ridden him hard, knowing her control of her body made it entirely safe, and in the hazy afterglow they'd talked long hours of nonsense and stories of growing up.

So she knew what a Xuanwu was, and roughly what they looked like.

A small hill of a turtle, with an young ice-spirit and a beautiful, dark-skinned, tall and ethereal cultivator on it was not what she expected to see at all, ringed on all sides by enemies and danger and yet in the whirlwind as calm and controlled as could be imagined.

She had invented an Art or two in her time, but she was proud of her Body Tale Evaluation, for the body even of those who were more spirit than flesh, told stories of what it was: more physical cultivators were easier to read, and the lower one was, the easier it was to read, but she could tell that this noblewoman was seventeen, almost a year younger than her, and yet well into Framing, a step ahead of her. A prodigy, and the thought always made her want to double and then redouble her efforts.

She was surrounded, and while a few were Yellow, most of the enemies were well into Green, and as powerful as she and her two spirits were, it was certainly not a fair fight, plus there were all those beasts, in this case mostly hounds but also a few birds of prey! It was time to even the odds!

The birds were the first problem, because a fortress the likes of a Xuanwu could only be assaulted from the air. Especially since the ground was frozen, and the music of the howling win dominated. But Thunderer feared no ice and snow, no cruel terrain, and so she called upon one of her Arts:

First comes the lightning…

She drew her shortbow and shot a perfect, streaking shot that slammed into one of the raptors and killed it instantly.

Then comes the thunder…

The others had moved to get out of the way, but not far enough, as the boom of thunder accompanied damage to everything in that direction, and she'd angled it so that the Noble Lady would not be there. Several birds fell from the sky, more stunned than dead, but all at once the pressure on the Lady had eased up.

The hounds and others leapt towards her, trying to drag her down, but she tossed her bow in the air and drew a spear in a single motion, and stabbed down again and again. Strike, strike, strike! This was its own sort of music, because after each strike came a thunder boom of sorts, knocking the enemies not hit around. She could hit a single target, she could hit a thousand, and it was all about throwing the enemy around. Most of them were still alive, but now many of them were wounded and disorganized, and she suspected with how widespread the ice was, the way the chill caught even her, that…

This voice could kill.

At once the ice spread, at once the wind howled, at once people shattered like so much ice, and a battle that they'd already been won turned into a slaughter.

And standing above all of it, on a back of some strange Xuanwu, turtle and serpent both, stood the Lady. Elegant, in control, in command, a prodigy. She battled a moment of insecurity, before this woman who seemed as if she had never known a day of her life when she did not expect and get service, that moved in every motion with power and authority that Ling Qinqqe had struggled with… though she knew that she could never know another's struggles, that to assume these things…

But it was one thing to know, and another thing to feel it. Standing amid the glittering chaos and death, she said to Thunder, "Be on your best behavior, we're meeting a Lady."

"Of course, I'm not the one who would probably pick a fight with a snake, just because it's fun," Thunder whinnied.

Ling Qinqqe nodded. Fair enough! She did sometimes do things just to get a rise out of elegant, well-born people who thought they knew the servility they were owed.

But, let it begin on a good note.

"Hail and well met," she began, and on a whim, she grinned. The Lady was staring at her, as if trying to figure something out… but not quite managing it.

Huh.

…why did a conversation with someone high-ranking feel more terrifying than an army of barbarians?

Wait, why was she asking stupid questions, of course it felt more fraught! But she'd do it anyway!

To be continued! Bold is a Concept, underline is a sort of expression of an Insight, albeit sometimes framed slightly differently to actually fit into the dialogue. Their conversation comes next!

Also, what's the Dream Horse? You'll learn later!
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Since Qingge's family name is Ling rather than He, she probably ran away from her family in this timeline too. But got picked up by the MOI before she met Ling Qi's biological father?
 
abhisrkckl said:
Since Qingge's family name is Ling rather than He, she probably ran away from her family in this timeline too. But got picked up by the MOI before she met Ling Qi's biological father?
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Partially, though I also think she took the, "Starting from Zero" thing that Ling Qi could have taken that one time when she was looking up her heritage. It's a very, "Choose your own" kinda name if you think about it like that.

One of the things I wanted to do to highlight the similarities and differences between them is have them face the same problems and even have some similar concepts (Freedom versus Choice) but come to different conclusions?
 
The Laurent said:
Also, what was the WOG on what the other Ling Clans were up to in Emerald Seas? I know there were, like, two others, and obviously Ling Qinqqe is going to first assume that it's another Ling family because... well duh?
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There's a Q&A on this somewhere, the Ling name tends to be given to people who are banished from their original family group. There's another two minor noble Ling in ES, I remember one lives in Bao Territory and has a shady business rep. Can't remember about the other.

That's why it's the Southern Emerald Seas Ling Clan, to specify area and region within the Empire Ling Qi's family is from/resides. Unlike the more major families which don't tend to share names with anyone, there are Ling all over the place.

Edit: Found it, Northern clan is under the Bao and shady, and Eastern Ling backed the Chu rebellion and was almost wiped out.
 
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[X] Continue refining your stage presence and movements (Hanyi refines Snow Maiden's Silhouette and Crystal Flake Mirage)
 
[X] Continue refining your voice and compositions (Hanyi refines First Snow Rhapsody and Curtain's Fall)

She has group of backup dancers. She don't need no upgrade to her stage presence. Let her Touhou fairies handle that fluff. She can continue refining her song to reach the heavens~
 
Is there a good timeline? Like, of exactly how many years ago Duchess Cai took power, or what "Year 45" refers to. I'm trying to figure out what year Ling Qingge would think it is.
 
Adhoc vote count started by Killer_Whale on Aug 24, 2024 at 11:11 PM, finished with 87 posts and 46 votes.
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I have a question about clan promotions. I remember Yrs saying that Green under 20 = automatic Baron if you are not a member of a clan already and that Realm 5 at any time = automatic Viscount. How does that work if you are a member, but not a head of an existing baronial clan? Does your clan get promoted regardless, or only if you are a head? Do you automatically become a clan head? Do you become a clan head as sson as you are a realm higher than anyone else (Ling Qingge's clan had one ancient Green to its name, IIRC, would she become a clan head the moment she hit Cyan in Laurent's AU (or LQ in a timeline where she is actually He Qi and is a Young Mistress of the clan)?)
 
LockedMind said:
I have a question about clan promotions. I remember Yrs saying that Green under 20 = automatic Baron if you are not a member of a clan already and that Realm 5 at any time = automatic Viscount. How does that work if you are a member, but not a head of an existing baronial clan? Does your clan get promoted regardless, or only if you are a head? Do you automatically become a clan head? Do you become a clan head as sson as you are a realm higher than anyone else (Ling Qingge's clan had one ancient Green to its name, IIRC, would she become a clan head the moment she hit Cyan in Laurent's AU (or LQ in a timeline where she is actually He Qi and is a Young Mistress of the clan)?)
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If you are not a member of a noble clan. The He were a common servant clan and their highest cultivator was still only second realm. If Qingge somehow became green she'd be the most powerful member of the clan.

Ultimately who is clan head etc. is purely an internal matter for the clan, though strength and the need to project strength will affect matters. There's a reason the clan head tends to be one of the strongest members of the clan.

We can see an illustration with how some of these factors work though with the Yan. They're a significantly wealthier common clan, who did in fact have third realms - just no title. Yan Renshu had acquired a baronial writ due to his talent, however the clan had not actually acquired a barony yet. So Renshu basically just had an honorary title of baron. The result of this is that when he died, they lost that title. Theoretically, if they had acquired a barony and been properly ennobled then they would have been able to keep it, as having other green cultivators means they would still be capable of fulfilling their duties. Ofc, the treason would have meant they'd be fucked regardless, but that's a separate issue :p
 
Erebeal said:
If you are not a member of a noble clan. The He were a common servant clan and their highest cultivator was still only second realm. If Qingge somehow became green she'd be the most powerful member of the clan.

Ultimately who is clan head etc. is purely an internal matter for the clan, though strength and the need to project strength will affect matters. There's a reason the clan head tends to be one of the strongest members of the clan.

We can see an illustration with how some of these factors work though with the Yan. They're a significantly wealthier common clan, who did in fact have third realms - just no title. Yan Renshu had acquired a baronial writ due to his talent, however the clan had not actually acquired a barony yet. So Renshu basically just had an honorary title of baron. The result of this is that when he died, they lost that title. Theoretically, if they had acquired a barony and been properly ennobled then they would have been able to keep it, as having other green cultivators means they would still be capable of fulfilling their duties. Ofc, the treason would have meant they'd be fucked regardless, but that's a separate issue :p
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I think there's also the fact that, at least for Ling Qi, her writ was held in trust by the Sect until she'd finished her military service. I'm not sure how that would translate for a paying pupil of the Sect, as opposed to one who was sworn to pay in the form of military service, but I think we can infer that the head/ holder of a noble title cannot be member of a Sect. That looks like the kind of things that would have been implemented at the creation of the Sect system to prevent Sects from having outsized soft power through its members being a significant portion of the nobility after enough time has passed.
 
LockedMind said:
I have a question about clan promotions. I remember Yrs saying that Green under 20 = automatic Baron if you are not a member of a clan already and that Realm 5 at any time = automatic Viscount. How does that work if you are a member, but not a head of an existing baronial clan? Does your clan get promoted regardless, or only if you are a head? Do you automatically become a clan head? Do you become a clan head as sson as you are a realm higher than anyone else (Ling Qingge's clan had one ancient Green to its name, IIRC, would she become a clan head the moment she hit Cyan in Laurent's AU (or LQ in a timeline where she is actually He Qi and is a Young Mistress of the clan)?)
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It's a Baron title if you make third realm before 17, not 20.
 
Looks like the summit being a roaring success might cause problems for the Wang later down the road, hohohoho.
Yrsillar said:
They can use whatever element, indeed using cloud ish archery arts while on the side of the Wang is encouraged, they're not allowed to do their beast soul bond thing
There are number of minor nobles and barons who have cloud blood down in their land and their number is slowly growing
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Karthak said:
Is there resentment about the beast bond ban?
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Yrsillar said:
I mean yeah, quite a lot
especially among those more recently brought in
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Karthak said:
I imagine there is keen interest in the news about the White Sky Cloud vassals, and them being allowed to keep the bond...
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Yrsillar said:
Insofar as the information has traveled probably
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