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Prologue
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The golden swords and silver lances were shattered, torn down by the jade hounds. Starlight glimmered and twisted fate, as the golden god-kings of the first age were destroyed and betrayed by their servants.
Once.... there was a god-king, a mighty general of the Dawn. He wished for a mighty army, strong enough to wage war against the legions of demons that the primordials sent against him. Strong enough to at least capable of standing on the same battlefield as a dragonblooded. But he could not use dragonblooded. His... pride, and his refusal to see them as fellow Exalts, stopped him.
So he contracted his friends and battle-brothers, asking. 'Please, give me a device. One that would allow me to bring mortals to their heights and zenith. The greatest that they could ever reach, so that I do not need to bow my head and humble myself and ask for a mere terrestrial's help'. And the twilight agreed. For they were friends.
And twilight laboured. She called up the factory cathedrals. She took ingredients and expertise from the Princes of Hell. And she made a device, one that could take numerous shapes, from a wand to an ephermal light that could bind to a human, to a bath or a pond to dip in, or a fan. 'Use this.' She said. And the Dawn was glad.
And the Dawn died, choking to death on his own blood, his internal organs ruptured by the venom of the yozis passed inside by a dragonblooded attendant. His followers took up arms, prepared to die to avenge their master, prepared to spill an ocean of blood to kill his assasins.... that was turned all moot, as a weapon of mass destruction threw their entire region and fief into the Wyld.
There, the device fell, further and further away, warded against the deprivations of the Fair Folk..... until it fell, onto a world filled to the brim with war and conflict, to an island nation brought to its knees, to a small girl who lost everything.
Once.... there was a god-king, a mighty general of the Dawn. He wished for a mighty army, strong enough to wage war against the legions of demons that the primordials sent against him. Strong enough to at least capable of standing on the same battlefield as a dragonblooded. But he could not use dragonblooded. His... pride, and his refusal to see them as fellow Exalts, stopped him.
So he contracted his friends and battle-brothers, asking. 'Please, give me a device. One that would allow me to bring mortals to their heights and zenith. The greatest that they could ever reach, so that I do not need to bow my head and humble myself and ask for a mere terrestrial's help'. And the twilight agreed. For they were friends.
And twilight laboured. She called up the factory cathedrals. She took ingredients and expertise from the Princes of Hell. And she made a device, one that could take numerous shapes, from a wand to an ephermal light that could bind to a human, to a bath or a pond to dip in, or a fan. 'Use this.' She said. And the Dawn was glad.
And the Dawn died, choking to death on his own blood, his internal organs ruptured by the venom of the yozis passed inside by a dragonblooded attendant. His followers took up arms, prepared to die to avenge their master, prepared to spill an ocean of blood to kill his assasins.... that was turned all moot, as a weapon of mass destruction threw their entire region and fief into the Wyld.
There, the device fell, further and further away, warded against the deprivations of the Fair Folk..... until it fell, onto a world filled to the brim with war and conflict, to an island nation brought to its knees, to a small girl who lost everything.
Chapter 1
- Location
- Singapore
I ran, stumbling over the debris and broken pipes, running from the psychopaths chasing after me. Jumping up staircases and climbing up broken rubble to the top floor just to buy a few more seconds of life. Their wild eyes and makeshift weapons clutched in tight fists as they laughed and yelled, chasing after me with manic grins and ragged clothing.
Trying to let myself not be blinded by the tears trailing from my eyes. Singapore was once a jewel of a country. A port stopped by from ships from all over the world. An island famed for its high tech biotech companies and software programmers. A 'green city' as they called us. An island that transformed itself from a marshy little trading post to a first world country of gleaming glass and steel.
Now it was a hellhole after the Leviathan attack. The skyscrapers were gone, knocked down by tsunamis several stories high. Potholes filled the street, filled with water that caused dengue mosquitoes to breed into swarms. It was once filled with technology, harmony, and prosperity.
Now it was a waterlogged hellhole filled with broken buildings, plague, starvation, and of course, anarchy.
It was all my fault. Dad always told me to watch out for people that see my face, to always put on my hood. But I was just so tired, I didn't bother putting it on this one time. And I didn't bother trying to make sure no one followed me.
And I killed my family.
They got us at night. Father and Brother tried to fight them off. Mother was screaming for them to stay away.
Why was Father and brother laying on the floor, their shirts stained red?
Mother told me to run away as fast as I could. Mother pushed me out of the door. Mother tried to fight them, only for them to throw her to the floor and start hitting her with a pipe
Why was mom screaming and them laughing?
I ran, trying not to blind myself with tears. Trying to keep my worthless, stupid, dumbass, family killing life preserved. Running away and leaving my family to die. Trying to not sink to my knees and cry until the monsters caught up. Trying to-
I fell, tripping over a rock I didn't see through my tears. I scrabbled across the concrete floor, trying desperately to get up despite everything in my body and brain telling me that I should die, that I deserve to die.
The voices were getting louder now. They were gaining.
I looked to the side. This level was about 5 stories up. They were on the same level as me. The tsunami left by Leviathan had hit this building hard, leaving a hole in the building. Sunlight streamed through, letting me see the devastated city that Singapore had become after being hit by an Endbringer.
I'll rather die than be killed. Or whatever fate they had for me.
I threw myself out of the crack. For a moment, I was flying.
Mother, Father, Brother, I'm so sorry. I'm going with you guys.
The sky looked so beautiful.
Then it all went dark.
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I awoke, wet and cold. But I didn't my parents, nor my brother.
Huh. So that wasn't a nightmare.
Hah. Hahahahha. Hahhahahhahahahahah.
"Are you ok?" A kindly voice asked. I started, looking around for the source. To my right, a kindly looking man smiled, looking at me. He was filthy, covered in dirty rags. His face seemed sallow, with rotting teeth, while he looked as if he hadn't eaten in days. All in all, he looked like hell. HecouldbesomuchbetterIcouldmakehimperfect.
"Where... where am I? Where's my family?" Even as I asked this question, I started to sob and tear up. I remembered what happened to them. Its my fault. I'm going to make them pay. But how? I need help.
"This is the sewers. Good place to hide out, if you're hiding from the Wild Dogs out there. Not much, but its safe. And water to drink, too, if you're desperate enough." The man was speaking now. His voice was partially hoarse and dry.
"The... wild dogs?" "Yeah. Those guys. People who saw the end of the world, then went mad. They're crazies. They got your family too?" The man's voice cracked with pain. Hah. A fellow companion in misery.
We stayed like that, commiserating about our failures. Then I broke it. "So what now? Let them get away with it? Let them go on with their lives, happy? I can't accept that."
The man sighed sadly. He seemed to agree. "I know, I thought so too. Tried to kill them. But they got prepared and ready. Nearly killed me, too. Besides.... do you think your parents will be happy with you killing yourself for their sake? We're not going to be able to destroy them. Not without preparation and backup. And they've got parahumans."
Oh yeah. Parahumans. People with superpowers. People with superpowers who get them on the worst day of their lives. After Leviathan hit, that seemed to be a lot.
I sighed. If only I had power. If only I had an army. If only...... Youcouldruletheworldifyouwishjustreachoutandtakeit.
The man sighed, and turned away. "Its been along day. Go and get some rest." He turned away, picking up some newspapers to use as a blanket.
I couldn't let that happen. "Wait. Stop first." He turned around. "I... have a proposal for you."
"I don't do stuff like that, kid." My cheeks nearly turned red. How dare he! I fought down the embarassment and indignation as the thought of it. "I... think I got powers. And I think I can help you. Help us."
That got him interested. He got up, looking at me in the eye. "Let's hear it."
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Mr Yi Ling was an ordinary clerk, before Leviathan hit. When it hit, he tried to go over to Malaysia for evacuation with his family, hoping that the country there would be better. Any place was better than Singapore, after Leviathan. The entire place had become a waterlogged hellhole, infrastructure destroyed, with almost one third of its land removed and fallen in to the sea.
They never made it. The car broke down. And Mr Ling left the car to go to a garage, hoping to get help.
That was the worst mistake of his life. And he regretted it ever since. He came back to the sounds of screaming, and crying. And saw the corpses of his family, lying on the street. The Wild Dogs pissing on them.
That was when he saw red. And he tried to kill them. He failed, nevertheless. The were armed. And eh... a desk worker, was never the most fit or skilled in fighting.
He buried them, with small mounds to denote where they were. Those were probably washed off by the rains, now. The monsoons were hellish.
He didn't want to think of them anymore.
So instead, he thought of the now.
One of the Wild Dogs screamed, swinging a pipe at him. It bounced off, and with barely a thought, he snapped his hand upwards and into his face, with a satisfying crack as the mook spun away and was thrown to the ground. Another man came, knife in hand. He grabbed the hand, snapping the wrist. He fell to the ground, screaming and holding it, while he stomped on that bastard's head and continued walking on.
This was glorious. This was what he had been waiting for, all his life. He punched a man in the stomach, sending him sinking to the ground. And then he stopped.
He looked at the piles of bodies surrounding him, in the Wild Dogs secondary base of operations, the warehouse where they stored their stuff.
He was finished here. But not for long. He would go back to his master... and they would take down the wild dogs.
He went back to his master, to report his findings. There was food here. Weapons. Clothes. Medicine. All things needed to support a people. People she would rule.
One day, his master would rule Singapore. And then the world. But first, they needed to clean house.
Trying to let myself not be blinded by the tears trailing from my eyes. Singapore was once a jewel of a country. A port stopped by from ships from all over the world. An island famed for its high tech biotech companies and software programmers. A 'green city' as they called us. An island that transformed itself from a marshy little trading post to a first world country of gleaming glass and steel.
Now it was a hellhole after the Leviathan attack. The skyscrapers were gone, knocked down by tsunamis several stories high. Potholes filled the street, filled with water that caused dengue mosquitoes to breed into swarms. It was once filled with technology, harmony, and prosperity.
Now it was a waterlogged hellhole filled with broken buildings, plague, starvation, and of course, anarchy.
It was all my fault. Dad always told me to watch out for people that see my face, to always put on my hood. But I was just so tired, I didn't bother putting it on this one time. And I didn't bother trying to make sure no one followed me.
And I killed my family.
They got us at night. Father and Brother tried to fight them off. Mother was screaming for them to stay away.
Why was Father and brother laying on the floor, their shirts stained red?
Mother told me to run away as fast as I could. Mother pushed me out of the door. Mother tried to fight them, only for them to throw her to the floor and start hitting her with a pipe
Why was mom screaming and them laughing?
I ran, trying not to blind myself with tears. Trying to keep my worthless, stupid, dumbass, family killing life preserved. Running away and leaving my family to die. Trying to not sink to my knees and cry until the monsters caught up. Trying to-
I fell, tripping over a rock I didn't see through my tears. I scrabbled across the concrete floor, trying desperately to get up despite everything in my body and brain telling me that I should die, that I deserve to die.
The voices were getting louder now. They were gaining.
I looked to the side. This level was about 5 stories up. They were on the same level as me. The tsunami left by Leviathan had hit this building hard, leaving a hole in the building. Sunlight streamed through, letting me see the devastated city that Singapore had become after being hit by an Endbringer.
I'll rather die than be killed. Or whatever fate they had for me.
I threw myself out of the crack. For a moment, I was flying.
Mother, Father, Brother, I'm so sorry. I'm going with you guys.
The sky looked so beautiful.
Then it all went dark.
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I awoke, wet and cold. But I didn't my parents, nor my brother.
Huh. So that wasn't a nightmare.
Hah. Hahahahha. Hahhahahhahahahahah.
"Are you ok?" A kindly voice asked. I started, looking around for the source. To my right, a kindly looking man smiled, looking at me. He was filthy, covered in dirty rags. His face seemed sallow, with rotting teeth, while he looked as if he hadn't eaten in days. All in all, he looked like hell. HecouldbesomuchbetterIcouldmakehimperfect.
"Where... where am I? Where's my family?" Even as I asked this question, I started to sob and tear up. I remembered what happened to them. Its my fault. I'm going to make them pay. But how? I need help.
"This is the sewers. Good place to hide out, if you're hiding from the Wild Dogs out there. Not much, but its safe. And water to drink, too, if you're desperate enough." The man was speaking now. His voice was partially hoarse and dry.
"The... wild dogs?" "Yeah. Those guys. People who saw the end of the world, then went mad. They're crazies. They got your family too?" The man's voice cracked with pain. Hah. A fellow companion in misery.
We stayed like that, commiserating about our failures. Then I broke it. "So what now? Let them get away with it? Let them go on with their lives, happy? I can't accept that."
The man sighed sadly. He seemed to agree. "I know, I thought so too. Tried to kill them. But they got prepared and ready. Nearly killed me, too. Besides.... do you think your parents will be happy with you killing yourself for their sake? We're not going to be able to destroy them. Not without preparation and backup. And they've got parahumans."
Oh yeah. Parahumans. People with superpowers. People with superpowers who get them on the worst day of their lives. After Leviathan hit, that seemed to be a lot.
I sighed. If only I had power. If only I had an army. If only...... Youcouldruletheworldifyouwishjustreachoutandtakeit.
The man sighed, and turned away. "Its been along day. Go and get some rest." He turned away, picking up some newspapers to use as a blanket.
I couldn't let that happen. "Wait. Stop first." He turned around. "I... have a proposal for you."
"I don't do stuff like that, kid." My cheeks nearly turned red. How dare he! I fought down the embarassment and indignation as the thought of it. "I... think I got powers. And I think I can help you. Help us."
That got him interested. He got up, looking at me in the eye. "Let's hear it."
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Mr Yi Ling was an ordinary clerk, before Leviathan hit. When it hit, he tried to go over to Malaysia for evacuation with his family, hoping that the country there would be better. Any place was better than Singapore, after Leviathan. The entire place had become a waterlogged hellhole, infrastructure destroyed, with almost one third of its land removed and fallen in to the sea.
They never made it. The car broke down. And Mr Ling left the car to go to a garage, hoping to get help.
That was the worst mistake of his life. And he regretted it ever since. He came back to the sounds of screaming, and crying. And saw the corpses of his family, lying on the street. The Wild Dogs pissing on them.
That was when he saw red. And he tried to kill them. He failed, nevertheless. The were armed. And eh... a desk worker, was never the most fit or skilled in fighting.
He buried them, with small mounds to denote where they were. Those were probably washed off by the rains, now. The monsoons were hellish.
He didn't want to think of them anymore.
So instead, he thought of the now.
One of the Wild Dogs screamed, swinging a pipe at him. It bounced off, and with barely a thought, he snapped his hand upwards and into his face, with a satisfying crack as the mook spun away and was thrown to the ground. Another man came, knife in hand. He grabbed the hand, snapping the wrist. He fell to the ground, screaming and holding it, while he stomped on that bastard's head and continued walking on.
This was glorious. This was what he had been waiting for, all his life. He punched a man in the stomach, sending him sinking to the ground. And then he stopped.
He looked at the piles of bodies surrounding him, in the Wild Dogs secondary base of operations, the warehouse where they stored their stuff.
He was finished here. But not for long. He would go back to his master... and they would take down the wild dogs.
He went back to his master, to report his findings. There was food here. Weapons. Clothes. Medicine. All things needed to support a people. People she would rule.
One day, his master would rule Singapore. And then the world. But first, they needed to clean house.
Y Ddraig Goch
Previously Unknown Solder 1
- Location
- Terra
- Location
- Singapore
Yes. Teacher.... but far more powerful.
Chapter 2
- Location
- Singapore
I looked over what, would in another time, be called the spoils of war.
Is this a war? Or is this pest control? No matter.
"So, what do we have?" I asked, looking over the warehouse. The warehouse was badly lit, with only a single bare lightbulb providing any light. But it was enough. And a show of how rich and wealthy the Wild Dogs were. They must have a generator running. Which meant fuel and electrical appliances. And this was just one of the secondary bases. I nearly salivated at the thought of having a hot bath. Aw man. And hot food. I remember the times when Mother would-
I digress.
I looked upon the rest of the things stored within the warehouse. Guns, packaged and canned foods, blankets, even more food, canned soup, tools, medicines, bandages, clothing, tents, and all the other necessities that we were missing after Leviathan.
Is this why my family was starving in the cold, forced to eat half rotten food and rats? Is this why we had to go find food in the dumpster and drink water dripping from roofs? Is this why we saw nothing of international aid. Is this why we had to suffer? Because of these... these.... thrice-damned robbers!!!
I was at the nearest stack of canned soup before I knew it. With a cry of indignation, sadness, rage, and sheer frustration, I kicked them down, scattering the cans all over the floor. I nearly broke down there and there. Nearly.
My hate of the Wild Dogs overcame any sadness I had.
Mr Ling bent down, picking up the cans. Slowly, he stacked them back into a column, then he turned back to me and patted me on the shoulder. "You alright?" He asked. I could only nod, too exhausted to reply.
"So what now?" I asked, finally wondering what to do. There was so much food here, that with the two of us, it would take us months to finish it. I was tempted to just... wait it out.
He looked me in the eye with a gaze harder than diamond. "We eat. Rest. Then fight."
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After a long sleep, I awoke to an empty warehouse. I could barely remember anything before that.
I remember tearing into packets of biscuits, and drinking the first clean water for the first time in months. I remember eating spam. It was salty. It was disgusting. It was oily. And at that moment, i was the happiest girl alive. I remember anxiously waiting for the water to boil so I could pour soup inside, waiting for the bubbles so I could finally have some hot food.
And then I remember slamming myself onto a sleeping back Mr Ling had set up, and then blacking out.
I looked around the warehouse, walking past the shelves and corridoors. They had so much stuff.... and they kept it all to themselves.
That was wrong. They should share.
I turned around to the sound of the door opening and closing. It was Mr Yi Ling. He looked as if he had been in a fight. His clothes, taken from the warehouse, was now spattered with acids and torn up. He unharmed though.
He looked to me and bowed. "Priscilla, I've come back from a scouting mission. And I think I've managed to find their base, and also find find out the powers of their parahumans. It seems that they're famous. If not for the fact that they seem to enjoy using it on hapless civilians. And I've found some people that are hoping to come and fight alongside us if it meant pushing back the Wild Dogs."
I brightened up at that. "Heroes?"
At that, Mr Yi Ling shook his head, frowning. "They've all left for the protectorate or to other organizations, along with their families. We have no way to contact them. Even if we did, they won't come. We have to make do."
This disappointed me. Heroes were to protect others. Like us. "With what? A bunch of homeless vagrants?"
That elicited a laugh from Mr Yi Ling "True, true! They are homeless vagrants. But little princess, don't you realize? I managed to go through at least a dozen men without a scratch, in less than ten minutes. I was once a random half dead beggar. And now I am a demigod of battle, a one man army. If I alone, an destroy a dozen men, what can at least a dozen more people do? You can make us immensely powerful. An army unlike any other. Some capes may be more powerful than us. But we will outnumber them anyway. So please, let me bring them here. You can enhance them as you enhanced me. Then you can destroy the wild dogs, once and for all."
That sounded.... fascinating. To hear the wailing of the wild dogs would be music to my ears. But didn't that seem violent? Mr Ling seemed to sense my hesitation. "Madam, I understand your hesitation at using violence. However, society is no longer civilised. There is no police to go to, and no army to bring them down. There is only you. Only you can bring law and order."
Why.... why that made perfect sense. It all went to hell cause the government and police fell apart. No one is ruling. So everyone fights for themselves. If only someone was to impose order and law....
Heh. I am the law.
Standing up straighter, I looked at Mr Ling in the eye and answered. "Bring them in, then. All of them. Lets rock the world on its axis."
A/n: please review.
Is this a war? Or is this pest control? No matter.
"So, what do we have?" I asked, looking over the warehouse. The warehouse was badly lit, with only a single bare lightbulb providing any light. But it was enough. And a show of how rich and wealthy the Wild Dogs were. They must have a generator running. Which meant fuel and electrical appliances. And this was just one of the secondary bases. I nearly salivated at the thought of having a hot bath. Aw man. And hot food. I remember the times when Mother would-
I digress.
I looked upon the rest of the things stored within the warehouse. Guns, packaged and canned foods, blankets, even more food, canned soup, tools, medicines, bandages, clothing, tents, and all the other necessities that we were missing after Leviathan.
Is this why my family was starving in the cold, forced to eat half rotten food and rats? Is this why we had to go find food in the dumpster and drink water dripping from roofs? Is this why we saw nothing of international aid. Is this why we had to suffer? Because of these... these.... thrice-damned robbers!!!
I was at the nearest stack of canned soup before I knew it. With a cry of indignation, sadness, rage, and sheer frustration, I kicked them down, scattering the cans all over the floor. I nearly broke down there and there. Nearly.
My hate of the Wild Dogs overcame any sadness I had.
Mr Ling bent down, picking up the cans. Slowly, he stacked them back into a column, then he turned back to me and patted me on the shoulder. "You alright?" He asked. I could only nod, too exhausted to reply.
"So what now?" I asked, finally wondering what to do. There was so much food here, that with the two of us, it would take us months to finish it. I was tempted to just... wait it out.
He looked me in the eye with a gaze harder than diamond. "We eat. Rest. Then fight."
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After a long sleep, I awoke to an empty warehouse. I could barely remember anything before that.
I remember tearing into packets of biscuits, and drinking the first clean water for the first time in months. I remember eating spam. It was salty. It was disgusting. It was oily. And at that moment, i was the happiest girl alive. I remember anxiously waiting for the water to boil so I could pour soup inside, waiting for the bubbles so I could finally have some hot food.
And then I remember slamming myself onto a sleeping back Mr Ling had set up, and then blacking out.
I looked around the warehouse, walking past the shelves and corridoors. They had so much stuff.... and they kept it all to themselves.
That was wrong. They should share.
I turned around to the sound of the door opening and closing. It was Mr Yi Ling. He looked as if he had been in a fight. His clothes, taken from the warehouse, was now spattered with acids and torn up. He unharmed though.
He looked to me and bowed. "Priscilla, I've come back from a scouting mission. And I think I've managed to find their base, and also find find out the powers of their parahumans. It seems that they're famous. If not for the fact that they seem to enjoy using it on hapless civilians. And I've found some people that are hoping to come and fight alongside us if it meant pushing back the Wild Dogs."
I brightened up at that. "Heroes?"
At that, Mr Yi Ling shook his head, frowning. "They've all left for the protectorate or to other organizations, along with their families. We have no way to contact them. Even if we did, they won't come. We have to make do."
This disappointed me. Heroes were to protect others. Like us. "With what? A bunch of homeless vagrants?"
That elicited a laugh from Mr Yi Ling "True, true! They are homeless vagrants. But little princess, don't you realize? I managed to go through at least a dozen men without a scratch, in less than ten minutes. I was once a random half dead beggar. And now I am a demigod of battle, a one man army. If I alone, an destroy a dozen men, what can at least a dozen more people do? You can make us immensely powerful. An army unlike any other. Some capes may be more powerful than us. But we will outnumber them anyway. So please, let me bring them here. You can enhance them as you enhanced me. Then you can destroy the wild dogs, once and for all."
That sounded.... fascinating. To hear the wailing of the wild dogs would be music to my ears. But didn't that seem violent? Mr Ling seemed to sense my hesitation. "Madam, I understand your hesitation at using violence. However, society is no longer civilised. There is no police to go to, and no army to bring them down. There is only you. Only you can bring law and order."
Why.... why that made perfect sense. It all went to hell cause the government and police fell apart. No one is ruling. So everyone fights for themselves. If only someone was to impose order and law....
Heh. I am the law.
Standing up straighter, I looked at Mr Ling in the eye and answered. "Bring them in, then. All of them. Lets rock the world on its axis."
A/n: please review.
Akuma-Heika
The Devil Exists Within
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- United States
I like the idea, although the start was iffy. A Dawn didn't want an army made of mere dragonblooded, so he sought a way to empower vanilla mortals (even if he didn't view the Dragonblooded as Exalts, they would still at least qualify as Godblooded by his reckoning and thus be far above vanilla mortals), so they could reach the peak of their ability (5 dots, while the Dragonblooded can do that by default, breed more soldiers like themselves [1st Age, so they would all have 5 dot Breeding at worst, Legendary Breeding as the norm, and only breeding with other Dragonbloods thus a +8 to the odds for children to exalt], and with time break human limits)...said Dawn is a few dozen cards short of a 52 card deck lol. The Neverborn must have hated him more than all other Exalts when placing their Great Curse 
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- Location
- Singapore
Just because the Solar exalted are superpowered savants of warfare, doesn't mean that they are always very wise.I like the idea, although the start was iffy. A Dawn didn't want an army made of mere dragonblooded, so he sought a way to empower vanilla mortals (even if he didn't view the Dragonblooded as Exalts, they would still at least qualify as Godblooded by his reckoning and thus be far above vanilla mortals), so they could reach the peak of their ability (5 dots, while the Dragonblooded can do that by default, breed more soldiers like themselves [1st Age, so they would all have 5 dot Breeding at worst, Legendary Breeding as the norm, and only breeding with other Dragonbloods thus a +8 to the odds for children to exalt], and with time break human limits)...said Dawn is a few dozen cards short of a 52 card deck lol. The Neverborn must have hated him more than all other Exalts when placing their Great Curse
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It was a combination of the Great Curse, pride, hate of dragonblooded, and utter refusal of admitting he was wrong.
Well not to mention the fact that they're structurally different beings on the metaphysical end, or at least they might be.
A celestial or solar exalted (or at least a lunar or a solar) has the standard two soul structure for a mortal, but then their exaltation is grafted onto the original soul.
A dragonborn is literally born with the power inside them, and I don't have a clue how it's structured.
Siderelas are celestials but I don't know if they use a similar structure to the Solars and Lunars or what, they have that whole chosen by fate thing going on.
A celestial or solar exalted (or at least a lunar or a solar) has the standard two soul structure for a mortal, but then their exaltation is grafted onto the original soul.
A dragonborn is literally born with the power inside them, and I don't have a clue how it's structured.
Siderelas are celestials but I don't know if they use a similar structure to the Solars and Lunars or what, they have that whole chosen by fate thing going on.
- Location
- Singapore
Yeah... don't mind it though.
It was just a plot device, so the girl can get an army of low powered parahumans.
Akuma-Heika
The Devil Exists Within
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All humans have the two soul structure. All Exalted gain the third Keter soul when they Exalt (the same being true for the Dragonblooded, unlike the Celestial Exalted, Gaia and the Elemental Dragons specifically, can handle granting more Keter souls, without suffering side effects, while creating the 300 Keter souls actually weakened the Unconquered Sun for a time [he could hypothetically create and empower more now, since he recovered after creating them...if he wasn't addicted/trapped by the GoD anyway). The only one that is different are the Infernal Exalted. The Akuma do not gain another soul, only keeping what they had (two for former mortals, and three for former Exalted), and the Green Sun Princes also gain a fourth soul, in the form of the Unwoven Coadjutor, with the potential to gain more as they transcend into Primordials.
Technically, all of the original Exalted are chosen by fate, at least indirectly, even the GSPs and Abyssals are (although the Deathlords can forcibly graft the Keter soul to mortals without a potential great destiny, if they are handling the process manually. The yozi use the built in mechanic to find potential GSP, but instead of immediately granting power, they will hold it back, until the prospective GSP has failed due to not receiving the Exaltation, and the power they needed to accomplish their destiny. This is on purpose, so they have someone who has tasted great failure like they have, and also to leave them highly suggestible in the face of their tragedy).
The Alchemicals are not chosen by the Design of Autochthon (Fate 2.0 in Autochthonia), but by their equivalent of clergy, who will analyze a person's history, memories, thoughts, and motives that are recorded on a person's soulgem over many lifetimes, which is itself inserted at birth. A person has to prove they are consistently heroic over many lifetimes to be give Exaltation.
This is all 2E though. I have no real knowledge of 3E and differences arising from it.