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Chapter 1
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He ran, past the bodies of his comrades. Past the rivers of blood. Past the corpses of primordial devas. Past the shredded lumps of meat and obsidian glass. The battle here had been bloody and grinding, his genius in warfare clashing against the inhuman intelligence and eon long experience of the opposing general. He himself had killed so many that his once golden blade was covered in rainbow blood. Yes, rainbow. Damned devas didn't even have the courtesy of having honest, red, blood.
The enemies had routed when he had managed to kill the enemy commander, and he had sent his forces to chase down and kill them. He himself had stayed behind, several consecutive battles back to back over the course of 5 days having exhausted him. The enemy was in a rout. His soldiers would be handle them and force them back to their fortress.
Sadly, it had all been for nought.
It seemed that he had attracted too much attention, and now was going to pay the price. Beside and above him, appeared a monstrous dragon with seven wings.
Warp fire appeared on the skin of the abomination, and leapt at him. He raised his sword, trying to block it. But he was just so, so, tired. He had not rested for days, fighting non-stop to break the enemy army; and now he was going to pay the price. The fire touched his hand, and spread to the rest of his body. For a moment Lance of the Sun was covered in fire. And then he was gone.
The primordial Oramus continued onwards to the outer reaches of the wyld, unaware of the solar hero general he had just destroyed.
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Lance of the Sun was thrown in the space between worlds, between timelines. There were Exalts that could survive anywhere, even in the darkness outside existence. Lance of the Sun, however, was not one of those. Thankfully, he died quickly, and mostly painlessly, the damage to his body leaving him mostly unconscious.
Set free, the Solar exaltation emerged from his soul, and began to travel. It was indestructible. Irreducible. But it could not find a way back to Creation. Oramus attack was thorough. It began to travel through the darkness. Whether for seconds, whether for centuries or millenia, until it found a rent in the World. Dropping through it, it found a place where gods walked the earth. Where devil kings ruled with an iron fist. Where mages, cults, divine ancestors, and behemoths wandered the world. Where, of course, heroes appeared in all places.
The shard went to work, searching for an appopriate host.
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Aaron groaned in annoyance as he walked on the road, through the forest. The sun was high in the sky, and around him stood nature. The air was warm and humid, with the trees and bushes surrounding him. The sun stood above him, beating down on him with its rays. The heat was near unbearable, and he sweltered in it. His clothing stuck to him like a second skin, making him even more irritated than normal.
He hated walking in nature. Why couldn't he have simply stayed in home and played computer games? Oh, yes. Family.
Apparently, his aunt, a rather forgetful and careless person, had spied a pair of squirrels on her jog, and had went for a closer look. Taking off her hat, she had taken photos and skipped away, giggling and laughing. And forgetting her hat. Only when she arrived home, did she remember.
And now he had to suffer the consequences of her actions. A 4 hour hike on rough roads in the sweltering summer sun. This was annoying.
Until he heard a scream from his right. He froze. What should he do? There was no reception, and so no way to call for help. If he went for help, he might be too late. But if it was dangerous.....
Sure, he had taken some fencing in school - fat lot of good that did without an epee - and he knew how to throw a punch, but that was it. He'd never been in any real fights.He had no true combat experience.
Another scream. And again, another dull growl from his right. Deciding that this was no time to freeze up, he ran to the direction of the commotion. Brushing past the trees and bushes, he rushed without thinking of how he might fight off whatever animal was roaring.
He reached the clearing, and instantly regretted his actions.
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It was a monster. There was no other word for it. A monster, larger than anything Aaron had ever seen before, a mass of pustulent, liquid flesh, its misshapen form speckled with eyes squirming and shifting about in its bulk seething, twisted body far too many outstretched fangs, claws, pincers and spiked tentacles. The beast was gargantuan, nearly the size of a bus, and it stunk, its horrific form oozing out a putrid, disgusting smell filling the clearing. One of its claws was stained red, blood dropping onto the forest floor. While another claw was raised up, poised to strike its prey.
In front of the it, was a girl lying on the grass, a sword by her side. Her leg was twisted at the wrong angle, an one of her arms hung limply by her side.
The girl caught his gaze. She was afraid, but she knew she was going to die. She didn't ask for help, didn't beg, didn't plead. She said one word. "Run." Aaron knew he should. He was just a high schooler who knew how to poke someone with a foil. This thing was massive. If he stayed here, he was going to die. He couldn't do anything for the girl. She'd told him to run.
He picked up a fallen branch, a pathetic weapon against something like this monster. He should run. He should run. The thought pounded in his head, over and over.
With an incoherent scream of fear and anger, Aaron ran, charging right at the beast. Several of its eyes now focused on the tiny scrap of meat rushing at it and the clawed hand it had raised to strike down its prey moved to skewer the interloper, its eyes burning in the light of the dawn...
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The enemies had routed when he had managed to kill the enemy commander, and he had sent his forces to chase down and kill them. He himself had stayed behind, several consecutive battles back to back over the course of 5 days having exhausted him. The enemy was in a rout. His soldiers would be handle them and force them back to their fortress.
Sadly, it had all been for nought.
It seemed that he had attracted too much attention, and now was going to pay the price. Beside and above him, appeared a monstrous dragon with seven wings.
Warp fire appeared on the skin of the abomination, and leapt at him. He raised his sword, trying to block it. But he was just so, so, tired. He had not rested for days, fighting non-stop to break the enemy army; and now he was going to pay the price. The fire touched his hand, and spread to the rest of his body. For a moment Lance of the Sun was covered in fire. And then he was gone.
The primordial Oramus continued onwards to the outer reaches of the wyld, unaware of the solar hero general he had just destroyed.
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Lance of the Sun was thrown in the space between worlds, between timelines. There were Exalts that could survive anywhere, even in the darkness outside existence. Lance of the Sun, however, was not one of those. Thankfully, he died quickly, and mostly painlessly, the damage to his body leaving him mostly unconscious.
Set free, the Solar exaltation emerged from his soul, and began to travel. It was indestructible. Irreducible. But it could not find a way back to Creation. Oramus attack was thorough. It began to travel through the darkness. Whether for seconds, whether for centuries or millenia, until it found a rent in the World. Dropping through it, it found a place where gods walked the earth. Where devil kings ruled with an iron fist. Where mages, cults, divine ancestors, and behemoths wandered the world. Where, of course, heroes appeared in all places.
The shard went to work, searching for an appopriate host.
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Aaron groaned in annoyance as he walked on the road, through the forest. The sun was high in the sky, and around him stood nature. The air was warm and humid, with the trees and bushes surrounding him. The sun stood above him, beating down on him with its rays. The heat was near unbearable, and he sweltered in it. His clothing stuck to him like a second skin, making him even more irritated than normal.
He hated walking in nature. Why couldn't he have simply stayed in home and played computer games? Oh, yes. Family.
Apparently, his aunt, a rather forgetful and careless person, had spied a pair of squirrels on her jog, and had went for a closer look. Taking off her hat, she had taken photos and skipped away, giggling and laughing. And forgetting her hat. Only when she arrived home, did she remember.
And now he had to suffer the consequences of her actions. A 4 hour hike on rough roads in the sweltering summer sun. This was annoying.
Until he heard a scream from his right. He froze. What should he do? There was no reception, and so no way to call for help. If he went for help, he might be too late. But if it was dangerous.....
Sure, he had taken some fencing in school - fat lot of good that did without an epee - and he knew how to throw a punch, but that was it. He'd never been in any real fights.He had no true combat experience.
Another scream. And again, another dull growl from his right. Deciding that this was no time to freeze up, he ran to the direction of the commotion. Brushing past the trees and bushes, he rushed without thinking of how he might fight off whatever animal was roaring.
He reached the clearing, and instantly regretted his actions.
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It was a monster. There was no other word for it. A monster, larger than anything Aaron had ever seen before, a mass of pustulent, liquid flesh, its misshapen form speckled with eyes squirming and shifting about in its bulk seething, twisted body far too many outstretched fangs, claws, pincers and spiked tentacles. The beast was gargantuan, nearly the size of a bus, and it stunk, its horrific form oozing out a putrid, disgusting smell filling the clearing. One of its claws was stained red, blood dropping onto the forest floor. While another claw was raised up, poised to strike its prey.
In front of the it, was a girl lying on the grass, a sword by her side. Her leg was twisted at the wrong angle, an one of her arms hung limply by her side.
The girl caught his gaze. She was afraid, but she knew she was going to die. She didn't ask for help, didn't beg, didn't plead. She said one word. "Run." Aaron knew he should. He was just a high schooler who knew how to poke someone with a foil. This thing was massive. If he stayed here, he was going to die. He couldn't do anything for the girl. She'd told him to run.
He picked up a fallen branch, a pathetic weapon against something like this monster. He should run. He should run. The thought pounded in his head, over and over.
With an incoherent scream of fear and anger, Aaron ran, charging right at the beast. Several of its eyes now focused on the tiny scrap of meat rushing at it and the clawed hand it had raised to strike down its prey moved to skewer the interloper, its eyes burning in the light of the dawn...
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Pretty sure I've read this before, buuuut nice to see you getting around to getting it on SV too. More people and all that
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- Singapore
I just got banned on Spacebattles. So.... yeah.
Chapter 2
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- Singapore
The monster screeched as the light of the dawn burned out half of its eyes and made the other half water with black tears. It halted its attack on the girl, turning to attack this new, stronger enemy.
A spike-tipped tentacle lashed out at Aaron, and he, impossibly, parried it with the branch. The branch creaked, but did not break, and he charged forward, dipping underneath another tentacle as he slipped under the monsters guard and began to attack its eyes. With two swift strikes he blinded the creature on one side, and began to use the blindspot created as an opportunity to continuously strike the creature, while it flailed about desperately trying to fend off the enemy it could not see. His blows struck like rain, parting the flesh of the monster despite the fact that it should have been able to easily with stand bullets. A few tentacles and limbs came close to hitting him, but he parried them without turning his head.
In the end, a third of the monster's tentacles were left limp, its body bleeding profusely from a dozen large gashes, multicoloured liquid seeping from the wounds. It struggled to move this time, its body moving jerkily and slowly as it tried to turn around so it could see the person tormenting it and finally fight back in full.
Aaron would gladly oblige it. Damned monster. He'll kill it, and leave its body scattered across the clearing. He will not lose to it. He felt it. The power thrummed through his body like electricity, making him feel invincible. He'll destroy this beast, before it hurt anyone else-........
OH NO.
Turning his head, he spied the girl who had fallen earlier. The pool of crimson beneath her had only expanded, and she wasn't moving.
OH NO.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! He had gotten too caught up in the moment. While he had been having fun, the girl was dying. No more. He gritted his teeth and pushed down his frustration. No more will suffer. He stuck the branch deep into the writhing mass, eliciting another scream. And then concentrating, he punched the monster, sending it flying off into the distance, smashing through the trees surrounding the clearing.
The monster was gone. But the danger was not. Aaron picked up the girl, holding her tight in his hands in a princess carry. The wound within her was deep, and he had no medicines and no bandages with him. Slamming his foot against the ground, he ran out of the forest, the bushes and trees blurring around him as he sought to put enough distance between him and the monster. Reaching the road, he pulled out his water bottle, washed the wound, and ripped off his shirt in an attempt to bind the wounds.
Snarling to himself, he saw that the wound itself was rather deep, and caked in gore and filth. It would get infected, and septic, if he did nothing. He poured water onto a strip of cloth, and patted it clean. Looking at her chest, he saw movement. Good. Still breathing. He poured the water, angling it so that most of it would splash out of the wound, washing away most of the filthy liquid. And while the water was still remaining in the wound, he bound it tight with his shirt.
The bleeding had stopped.
Now was the time to get to a hospital. It would take him several hours to get to the closest. The girl had less than 45 minutes. Unacceptable. The child shall not die. Not as long as he drew breath.
Holding up her legs in a princess carry to make sure blood flowed to her heart and brain, the Chosen of the Unconquered Sun moved.
It was fortunate that the roads at this moment was empty, for if any driver had been in on it, they would have been startled and forced off the trail by the comet of gold running down the road at speeds more suited for a car. And if they had been able to look into the brilliance, they would have seen a young girl, cradled by a man with the sun upon his forehead.
A spike-tipped tentacle lashed out at Aaron, and he, impossibly, parried it with the branch. The branch creaked, but did not break, and he charged forward, dipping underneath another tentacle as he slipped under the monsters guard and began to attack its eyes. With two swift strikes he blinded the creature on one side, and began to use the blindspot created as an opportunity to continuously strike the creature, while it flailed about desperately trying to fend off the enemy it could not see. His blows struck like rain, parting the flesh of the monster despite the fact that it should have been able to easily with stand bullets. A few tentacles and limbs came close to hitting him, but he parried them without turning his head.
In the end, a third of the monster's tentacles were left limp, its body bleeding profusely from a dozen large gashes, multicoloured liquid seeping from the wounds. It struggled to move this time, its body moving jerkily and slowly as it tried to turn around so it could see the person tormenting it and finally fight back in full.
Aaron would gladly oblige it. Damned monster. He'll kill it, and leave its body scattered across the clearing. He will not lose to it. He felt it. The power thrummed through his body like electricity, making him feel invincible. He'll destroy this beast, before it hurt anyone else-........
OH NO.
Turning his head, he spied the girl who had fallen earlier. The pool of crimson beneath her had only expanded, and she wasn't moving.
OH NO.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! He had gotten too caught up in the moment. While he had been having fun, the girl was dying. No more. He gritted his teeth and pushed down his frustration. No more will suffer. He stuck the branch deep into the writhing mass, eliciting another scream. And then concentrating, he punched the monster, sending it flying off into the distance, smashing through the trees surrounding the clearing.
The monster was gone. But the danger was not. Aaron picked up the girl, holding her tight in his hands in a princess carry. The wound within her was deep, and he had no medicines and no bandages with him. Slamming his foot against the ground, he ran out of the forest, the bushes and trees blurring around him as he sought to put enough distance between him and the monster. Reaching the road, he pulled out his water bottle, washed the wound, and ripped off his shirt in an attempt to bind the wounds.
Snarling to himself, he saw that the wound itself was rather deep, and caked in gore and filth. It would get infected, and septic, if he did nothing. He poured water onto a strip of cloth, and patted it clean. Looking at her chest, he saw movement. Good. Still breathing. He poured the water, angling it so that most of it would splash out of the wound, washing away most of the filthy liquid. And while the water was still remaining in the wound, he bound it tight with his shirt.
The bleeding had stopped.
Now was the time to get to a hospital. It would take him several hours to get to the closest. The girl had less than 45 minutes. Unacceptable. The child shall not die. Not as long as he drew breath.
Holding up her legs in a princess carry to make sure blood flowed to her heart and brain, the Chosen of the Unconquered Sun moved.
It was fortunate that the roads at this moment was empty, for if any driver had been in on it, they would have been startled and forced off the trail by the comet of gold running down the road at speeds more suited for a car. And if they had been able to look into the brilliance, they would have seen a young girl, cradled by a man with the sun upon his forehead.
WeylandSmith
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This looks pretty interesting!
How will the Exaltation function in terms of [Divinity]? In Creation they were empowered by Sol Invictus, but I have to wonder how they work/under what categories do they fall under in Campione-Land.
How will the Exaltation function in terms of [Divinity]? In Creation they were empowered by Sol Invictus, but I have to wonder how they work/under what categories do they fall under in Campione-Land.
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Well, what do you think?
WeylandSmith
Loose Cultivator
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As I've never actually read/watched Campione before I'm not that familiar with the mechanics of it. However, afaik campione gods are created/born from myths about them, that they inspired, in some bizarre mix. The Unconquered Sun, on the other hand, was created to exist, in part under his own power, but also subsisting on the essence in the prayers directed to him/the sun. Therefore on the surface it would seem that they are equivalent. However, everything in Creation is composed of Essence, vs the fairly standard normal-world-with-masquerade of Campione. So, it all depends on if you just decide that Essence and mana are the same thing, or are they totally separate energies. In the end I would like to say that the divinity of campione and the godhood of the Unconquered Sun are different things. However, that doesn't mean that it wouldn't be interesting to see a story where they are, for the most part, equivilent.
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The solar exaltation, and exalted are counted as divine beings. After all, divinity is just a metaphysical level of power. And if your character can thrown down with the creators of Reality, it gets academic.
But moreover, in terms of calculating tiers and magic, the exalted are counted as divine beings for the most part.
But moreover, in terms of calculating tiers and magic, the exalted are counted as divine beings for the most part.
Where the gods come from in Campione is explained as the gods are spirits in the Realm of Immortality, who become shaped by the myths people tell, and evolve as the myths evolve. At times, they begin to feel constrained by this, or are summoned by mages in the human world, and generally take the form of their most prevalent modern interpretation. This causes a certain level of insanity in the god, with their might being determined by how strong an ego they have.
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Boy stumbled upon a monster trying to kill a girl.
He did not run.
Instead, he charged. For that act of bravery, he became a solar exalted.
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- Singapore
Chapter 3
- Location
- Singapore
Hospital of Moscati. A hospital named for a researcher's piety, it was a suitable place. Their staff was enthusiastic and friendly in their work. Their equipment and abilities were adequate to stop the bleeding girl now held in his arms. Right before reaching the hospital, he stopped right behind it and had the glow fade from his body, spending the rest of the time on foot. No reason to start scaring people by glowing like the sun.
He sprinted through the glass doors as they automatically opened, the cool air brushing past his cheeks and making his bloodied hands feel cold. Reaching the counter, he shouted to the startled technician, he shouted. "Get me to the Emergency room, she's bleeding out!"
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In the end, the girl was saved. He even got a name for her. Sophie Casterwelle. She was safe, for now, her condition stabilized due to the fact that he had prevented her from losing too much blood. For now, she was unconscious, and under drugs.
The receptionist smiled at him. "You did good work there. The doctor said that the torniquet you placed on her was better than what he would have expected from an amateur. In all likelihood, you saved her life. Now, do you know her? Perhaps a special relationship?" She winked.
Oh.... oh no..... this isn't happening. Goddamn it. She must be bored. Sighing to himself, he answered her question. "No, I"m afraid, Madam. I simply found her in.... an alley block, and I brought her here. Just something a normal decent human being would do. Would she be alright?"
"Why yes, of course. The doctors said that although a lot of blood was lost, she would probably wake up in a few days. Could we please have your phone number? Or perhaps a way to contact you? We'll have to give a statement to the police, and also let Miss Casterwelle contact you. I'm sure she would love to contact the person who saved her."
Giving her the number, he walked out of the hospital, the noonday sun beating down upon him as the people around him strolled to their various destinations. Noticing the stares, he looked at his clothing. Dear lord, he was filthy. His shirt was ripped to stop the bleeding, exposing his stomach. His arms, his trousers, and his shirt was covered in blood. The grime and the dirt kicked up by his battle with the tentacle beast had stuck to the blood, making him seem like he had just walked through a trash pile. He had to get home and have a bath.
Turning around, he began walking to his house in a jog.
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Turning off the shower lights behind him, he flung himself onto the bed. Finally, what a strange day. Monsters, girls with swords, his own glowing, that speed that he ran....
Raising his hands in front of his eyes, he looked into himself. There. That pool of light. Wait no. those two pools of light. He pulled on one of them, and watched as his hand began to glow faintly. Damn. That was weird. He'll have to figure out how to use those things. It wasn't a mental switch. It wasn't the usage of a superpower, like in the comics. He just thought back of the time when he did a hundred meter dash, and pushed. And that fight with the monster.... it was incredible. It was as if he knew exactly how and what to do, the light within him moving according to instinct as he swung his sword, doing things that he was sure no one else in the world could do.
"I wonder if I can do more. Maybe running, jumping, maybe shooting? Damn, I never swung a sword in my life. I'm sure what I did wasn't normal."
And with that, he slept. And began to Dream.
A/N: Yes, I know, I'm a thief. I stole names from Huntik. Sue me. Anyway, read and review.
He sprinted through the glass doors as they automatically opened, the cool air brushing past his cheeks and making his bloodied hands feel cold. Reaching the counter, he shouted to the startled technician, he shouted. "Get me to the Emergency room, she's bleeding out!"
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In the end, the girl was saved. He even got a name for her. Sophie Casterwelle. She was safe, for now, her condition stabilized due to the fact that he had prevented her from losing too much blood. For now, she was unconscious, and under drugs.
The receptionist smiled at him. "You did good work there. The doctor said that the torniquet you placed on her was better than what he would have expected from an amateur. In all likelihood, you saved her life. Now, do you know her? Perhaps a special relationship?" She winked.
Oh.... oh no..... this isn't happening. Goddamn it. She must be bored. Sighing to himself, he answered her question. "No, I"m afraid, Madam. I simply found her in.... an alley block, and I brought her here. Just something a normal decent human being would do. Would she be alright?"
"Why yes, of course. The doctors said that although a lot of blood was lost, she would probably wake up in a few days. Could we please have your phone number? Or perhaps a way to contact you? We'll have to give a statement to the police, and also let Miss Casterwelle contact you. I'm sure she would love to contact the person who saved her."
Giving her the number, he walked out of the hospital, the noonday sun beating down upon him as the people around him strolled to their various destinations. Noticing the stares, he looked at his clothing. Dear lord, he was filthy. His shirt was ripped to stop the bleeding, exposing his stomach. His arms, his trousers, and his shirt was covered in blood. The grime and the dirt kicked up by his battle with the tentacle beast had stuck to the blood, making him seem like he had just walked through a trash pile. He had to get home and have a bath.
Turning around, he began walking to his house in a jog.
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Turning off the shower lights behind him, he flung himself onto the bed. Finally, what a strange day. Monsters, girls with swords, his own glowing, that speed that he ran....
Raising his hands in front of his eyes, he looked into himself. There. That pool of light. Wait no. those two pools of light. He pulled on one of them, and watched as his hand began to glow faintly. Damn. That was weird. He'll have to figure out how to use those things. It wasn't a mental switch. It wasn't the usage of a superpower, like in the comics. He just thought back of the time when he did a hundred meter dash, and pushed. And that fight with the monster.... it was incredible. It was as if he knew exactly how and what to do, the light within him moving according to instinct as he swung his sword, doing things that he was sure no one else in the world could do.
"I wonder if I can do more. Maybe running, jumping, maybe shooting? Damn, I never swung a sword in my life. I'm sure what I did wasn't normal."
And with that, he slept. And began to Dream.
A/N: Yes, I know, I'm a thief. I stole names from Huntik. Sue me. Anyway, read and review.
WeylandSmith
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- [Global State]
Nice!
So... dreaming?
Are we going to be seeing some past life memories?
So... dreaming?
Are we going to be seeing some past life memories?
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- Singapore
Sadly, no.
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- Tampere
The problem with low standards of bravery for solar exaltation is that you can probably image some else, somewhere else in the world that was far more brave and heroic, even at that moment. Just running at monsters to save someone else is the standard among plucky teenage anime bois, would not a soldier jumping on a grenade to save other be far more impressive for example?
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Yeah, I know right.
One of the things is that solar exaltations aren't exactly fair.
One of the things is that solar exaltations aren't exactly fair.
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- Canada
I don't know Campione, but reads "Exalted" well enough to pique my interest. I'd suggest to the OP to read something like "The Emotional Craft of Fiction" by Donald Maass. You have the action and tension down, it's getting that emotional connection with the reader to really draw them in.
Books on Writing
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Chapter 4
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- Singapore
A woman stood in front of him, motes of light gathering about her hand. In a flash, a swarm of obsidian butterflies flew past her, destroying a small grove of trees. Her peers watch, clapping and discussing this new power.
He was young, with a bronze sword in his hand and wearing boiled leather. A barricade of wood and stone was before him, with five others of his kind. Behind him, a 4 armed golden man stood and pointed. And at the horizon, came a sea of demons he had to fight.
He was in a golden palace, standing in a massive ornate garden. He was clothed in fine robes and sandals, while around him fog gathered at his ankles. Wait.... that was not fog. He looked up into the sky, and realized that the mist was in fact, clouds.
He stood before a colossal foe, wielding a giant sword of orichalcum, wearing ornate golden armour worth more than most nations. Around him, lied the corpses of friends and foe alike. He remembered slaying this foe's kindred before..... but that was then, and this was now. A blast, and then darkness.
Aaron awoke.
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Aaron groggily shook himself awake, drinking in one more cup of coffee. Those were some weird dreams. Sighing, he turned to his breakfast.
After waking up, his Aunt had asked him where her hat was. Fortunately for him, she was reasonable enough to actually accept his apologies and his explanation. Claiming that he was a good boy, she went of to pick it up herself in her car. Leaving him alone in the house.
"Well... since I'm alone and free for the day, I might as well see what I can do with my new powers. Wonder if I can fly, or maybe even shoot beams..." Aaron was, well.... a normal teenager. The only things that he knew about magic and superpowers. He had no idea on what his powers truly was, and could only experiment. And experiment he did.
For the next 3 days, he tried all he did. When he swung a branch, a sword, or a stick, while drawing upon that energy inside of him, the swing went faster. It became more accurate, more graceful. Even without drawing on that power, he realized as he swung, that he felt no unease. It was as if he had been practicing with swords and weapons since young.
It wasn't just with swords. it was also other things, like making things. Aaron did not know how, but he tested it by taking a piece of wood from the floor, and using a knife to carve it. His movements were swift and unhesitating. In the end, he simply carved a cat. But that was way better than what he thought would happen. The sheer detail and precision of the wooden carving was beyond anything he should have been able to do. Aaron had once seen a carving made by expert craftsmen. And this one was better.
"What on earth? I don't remember being so good with making things and swinging swords. Maybe whatever happened to me, also made me really really smart? But it doesn't seem to be so..... I don't feel all that smart." And he didn't feel all that smart either when things he was always bad at. Aaron had never truly understood things like banking, and looking at taxpayer forms still gave him headaches.
The days passed, as he continued exploring this new part of his world.
Until he heard a knock on the door.
Walking down, he wondered who it was. His aunt was, yet again, at another one of her parties. So either she forgot something again, or this was something she ordered. Opening the door, he saw a girl with strawberry blonde hair. Glaring at him with narrow eyes, she placed her hands on her hips.
"We need to talk."
He was young, with a bronze sword in his hand and wearing boiled leather. A barricade of wood and stone was before him, with five others of his kind. Behind him, a 4 armed golden man stood and pointed. And at the horizon, came a sea of demons he had to fight.
He was in a golden palace, standing in a massive ornate garden. He was clothed in fine robes and sandals, while around him fog gathered at his ankles. Wait.... that was not fog. He looked up into the sky, and realized that the mist was in fact, clouds.
He stood before a colossal foe, wielding a giant sword of orichalcum, wearing ornate golden armour worth more than most nations. Around him, lied the corpses of friends and foe alike. He remembered slaying this foe's kindred before..... but that was then, and this was now. A blast, and then darkness.
Aaron awoke.
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Aaron groggily shook himself awake, drinking in one more cup of coffee. Those were some weird dreams. Sighing, he turned to his breakfast.
After waking up, his Aunt had asked him where her hat was. Fortunately for him, she was reasonable enough to actually accept his apologies and his explanation. Claiming that he was a good boy, she went of to pick it up herself in her car. Leaving him alone in the house.
"Well... since I'm alone and free for the day, I might as well see what I can do with my new powers. Wonder if I can fly, or maybe even shoot beams..." Aaron was, well.... a normal teenager. The only things that he knew about magic and superpowers. He had no idea on what his powers truly was, and could only experiment. And experiment he did.
For the next 3 days, he tried all he did. When he swung a branch, a sword, or a stick, while drawing upon that energy inside of him, the swing went faster. It became more accurate, more graceful. Even without drawing on that power, he realized as he swung, that he felt no unease. It was as if he had been practicing with swords and weapons since young.
It wasn't just with swords. it was also other things, like making things. Aaron did not know how, but he tested it by taking a piece of wood from the floor, and using a knife to carve it. His movements were swift and unhesitating. In the end, he simply carved a cat. But that was way better than what he thought would happen. The sheer detail and precision of the wooden carving was beyond anything he should have been able to do. Aaron had once seen a carving made by expert craftsmen. And this one was better.
"What on earth? I don't remember being so good with making things and swinging swords. Maybe whatever happened to me, also made me really really smart? But it doesn't seem to be so..... I don't feel all that smart." And he didn't feel all that smart either when things he was always bad at. Aaron had never truly understood things like banking, and looking at taxpayer forms still gave him headaches.
The days passed, as he continued exploring this new part of his world.
Until he heard a knock on the door.
Walking down, he wondered who it was. His aunt was, yet again, at another one of her parties. So either she forgot something again, or this was something she ordered. Opening the door, he saw a girl with strawberry blonde hair. Glaring at him with narrow eyes, she placed her hands on her hips.
"We need to talk."
- Location
- Canada
Nice to see an update, bit short though.
- Location
- Singapore
Yeah... was half asleep while typing this.
Chapter 5
- Location
- Singapore
His first thought, as he saw the girl standing in the doorway, lights streaming behind her, was, "Wow, she's beautiful. Wonder if she's single."
His second was, "How on earth did she find me?" Internally, he paniced. Thinking back, how on earth was he so calm and collected? How did he manage to get to sleep, with freaky strange glowing powers and monster and swordswomen? Is this girl here to silence him? To kill him and his aunt? To kidnap and imprison him for knowing too much? He had to stop her.
The first thing that came out of his mouth, unfortunately, was "Uuuuurgggghhhh."
This seemed to annoy the girl. Quirking one eyebrow, she stepped forward into the doorway, invading Aaron's personal space. "Aren't you going to invite me in? Or are we simply going to stay here, standing in the doorway?" That shook him out of his funk. Peevishly, he stepped away, letting the girl enter the house. Going to the kitchen, he brewed up some beverage for both of them. "coffee or tea?" He asked.
The girl looked at him as if he was some barbarian. "Tea, of course."
That's funny. Never knew anyone who didn't like coffee.
Putting two cups on the coffee table, he sat down opposite her, sizing up his guest.
She was short. Not that short, but still half a head shorter than him. Her hair was strawberry blonde, and her eyes were green. She wore a red dress, with a short skirt and red sneakers. All in all, she looked ordinary. Very very ordinary. But what he saw that day wasn't.
"So..... are you going to tell me what was going on with that tentacle monster? Was it some kind of play or bdsm? Because if I interrupted any kinky stuff, I am sorry."
She flushed, whether from anger or embarassment he did not know. Aaron braced himself for her to start slapping. But she took a deep breathe, and replied. "I first came here to thank you for saving my life. Despite being a complete stranger, you saved my life from that creature the mage had used to kill me. Please, tell me what organisation do you hail from and how may I repay you? I may not have much, but I will do my best."
Aaron was surprised at this. Mage organisations? More things he did not know about the world. Must be secret mage conspiracies. "Oh no. I just did something anyone would do. No need for thanks. Though a little more information would be helpful miss.. "
"Oh. Sorry. My name is Sophia Casterwill. And yours is?"
"Aaron. Just call me that."
They sat in silence for awhile after that. "So.... what do you mean by other mage organisations?"
That got Sophie's attention.
"Ah, there are many. Like the Black Copper and Silver Crosses. And the Circle of gold, the Cult of Prosperity, the Night Lords, Pandemonium, The Vagabonds, and the Relic Hunters. Various organizations based around different goals and fields of expertise. Some specialise in hunting down rogue mages and low level spirits. Some are organizations based on looking for immortality or ascension to godhood. Some are cults based upon serving a god or deity. Some are simply here to collect artifacts and objects of power."
Something she said made Aaron perk up. "Gods? They exist? Which one?" At that, Sophie smiled sadly at the question. It seemed that this topic was a sensitive one. "Ah, yes. Heretic gods. As long as there is a myth of a god exists, it will appear in the realm of legends, cut off from our world.
But when they come to our world, across the Boundary of Life and Death.... they rampage. They change. They bring disaster to the surrounding area. So when you see a Heretic God? Run as fast as you can. And the Devil Kings too. They're humans who have killed gods and have taken their powers. Which makes them very very dangerous. Don't try to fight them. You'll lose."
At this, Sophie's eyes began to tear up. Something terrible must have happened. Sensing that something horrible was about to happen, Aaron desperately changed the subject. "So what organization are you from, anyway? I'm sure that you've got a pretty good spot amongst them?"
That caused Sophie to wince. Yeah, nice going there, Aaron. "Well, my parents used to work in the Relic Hunters foundation.... but they've passed away, and the organization has become defunct. I'm mostly self taught from the books my parents left me. How about you? You've probably got training from how you were able to fight off or escape the monster."
This caused Aaron to blush, his heart beating against his chest. "Eh, it was nothing. I... actually haven't gone through training. I just saw you in danger, then some kind of... energy started passing through me."
Sophie looked at him sceptically. "A sudden awakening of power? That usually means divine or supernatural ancestry. Maybe some kind of male divine ancestor? Or demigod?"
"I don't know. Maybe. I got no idea what's in my family history."
"Huh. Maybe I should check my family library. They should have something."
"Oh hey!" Exclaimed Aaron, smiling at Sophie over the near-empty cups of tea. "Maybe we can go back there, together! I mean, two heads are better than one. And besides, I want to see your place. If its not too much trouble for you, of course!"
Sophie grinned at that, strangely enthusiastic at inviting a boy she recently met to her house. Perhaps she was naturally friendly. "That's a great idea, Aaron! I've never had friends over at my house before! It'll be great!"
A/N: Sorry for the way too much dialogue. Its needed.
His second was, "How on earth did she find me?" Internally, he paniced. Thinking back, how on earth was he so calm and collected? How did he manage to get to sleep, with freaky strange glowing powers and monster and swordswomen? Is this girl here to silence him? To kill him and his aunt? To kidnap and imprison him for knowing too much? He had to stop her.
The first thing that came out of his mouth, unfortunately, was "Uuuuurgggghhhh."
This seemed to annoy the girl. Quirking one eyebrow, she stepped forward into the doorway, invading Aaron's personal space. "Aren't you going to invite me in? Or are we simply going to stay here, standing in the doorway?" That shook him out of his funk. Peevishly, he stepped away, letting the girl enter the house. Going to the kitchen, he brewed up some beverage for both of them. "coffee or tea?" He asked.
The girl looked at him as if he was some barbarian. "Tea, of course."
That's funny. Never knew anyone who didn't like coffee.
Putting two cups on the coffee table, he sat down opposite her, sizing up his guest.
She was short. Not that short, but still half a head shorter than him. Her hair was strawberry blonde, and her eyes were green. She wore a red dress, with a short skirt and red sneakers. All in all, she looked ordinary. Very very ordinary. But what he saw that day wasn't.
"So..... are you going to tell me what was going on with that tentacle monster? Was it some kind of play or bdsm? Because if I interrupted any kinky stuff, I am sorry."
She flushed, whether from anger or embarassment he did not know. Aaron braced himself for her to start slapping. But she took a deep breathe, and replied. "I first came here to thank you for saving my life. Despite being a complete stranger, you saved my life from that creature the mage had used to kill me. Please, tell me what organisation do you hail from and how may I repay you? I may not have much, but I will do my best."
Aaron was surprised at this. Mage organisations? More things he did not know about the world. Must be secret mage conspiracies. "Oh no. I just did something anyone would do. No need for thanks. Though a little more information would be helpful miss.. "
"Oh. Sorry. My name is Sophia Casterwill. And yours is?"
"Aaron. Just call me that."
They sat in silence for awhile after that. "So.... what do you mean by other mage organisations?"
That got Sophie's attention.
"Ah, there are many. Like the Black Copper and Silver Crosses. And the Circle of gold, the Cult of Prosperity, the Night Lords, Pandemonium, The Vagabonds, and the Relic Hunters. Various organizations based around different goals and fields of expertise. Some specialise in hunting down rogue mages and low level spirits. Some are organizations based on looking for immortality or ascension to godhood. Some are cults based upon serving a god or deity. Some are simply here to collect artifacts and objects of power."
Something she said made Aaron perk up. "Gods? They exist? Which one?" At that, Sophie smiled sadly at the question. It seemed that this topic was a sensitive one. "Ah, yes. Heretic gods. As long as there is a myth of a god exists, it will appear in the realm of legends, cut off from our world.
But when they come to our world, across the Boundary of Life and Death.... they rampage. They change. They bring disaster to the surrounding area. So when you see a Heretic God? Run as fast as you can. And the Devil Kings too. They're humans who have killed gods and have taken their powers. Which makes them very very dangerous. Don't try to fight them. You'll lose."
At this, Sophie's eyes began to tear up. Something terrible must have happened. Sensing that something horrible was about to happen, Aaron desperately changed the subject. "So what organization are you from, anyway? I'm sure that you've got a pretty good spot amongst them?"
That caused Sophie to wince. Yeah, nice going there, Aaron. "Well, my parents used to work in the Relic Hunters foundation.... but they've passed away, and the organization has become defunct. I'm mostly self taught from the books my parents left me. How about you? You've probably got training from how you were able to fight off or escape the monster."
This caused Aaron to blush, his heart beating against his chest. "Eh, it was nothing. I... actually haven't gone through training. I just saw you in danger, then some kind of... energy started passing through me."
Sophie looked at him sceptically. "A sudden awakening of power? That usually means divine or supernatural ancestry. Maybe some kind of male divine ancestor? Or demigod?"
"I don't know. Maybe. I got no idea what's in my family history."
"Huh. Maybe I should check my family library. They should have something."
"Oh hey!" Exclaimed Aaron, smiling at Sophie over the near-empty cups of tea. "Maybe we can go back there, together! I mean, two heads are better than one. And besides, I want to see your place. If its not too much trouble for you, of course!"
Sophie grinned at that, strangely enthusiastic at inviting a boy she recently met to her house. Perhaps she was naturally friendly. "That's a great idea, Aaron! I've never had friends over at my house before! It'll be great!"
A/N: Sorry for the way too much dialogue. Its needed.
WeylandSmith
Loose Cultivator
- Location
- [Global State]
I'm glad to see an update. Also glad to see that the protag didn't immediately start spilling his secrets to the first person he met!
So... I can't help but wonder what caste he is?
So... I can't help but wonder what caste he is?
- Location
- Singapore