Yawning Abyss, Soaring Shrike [Exalted]

This honestly doesn't look like a basis for forming any relationship to me, romantic or otherwise.

My interpretation of Vessel's perspective right now is one of suppressed panic. Anyone with power he can cling to without losing too much, he will. And Ari distinctly has power, and for now sticking with him doesn't have major costs to it.

Is that a basis for a healthy relationship? Absolutely the hell not! Is it likely to lead to romance? Also probably not! But we're not going to ditch him, because we are an unscrupulous coward who is low on the list of most powerful people in the world and is only surviving because they're still on that list at all.
 
Actually, @VagueZ, if it's not a spoiler, what would have happened to the elemental plane of Fire had we successfully linked to it?

I mean, yeah, our patron is a pyrophobe who probably wants to kill the concept of fire, but isn't this, like, Tuesday in Creation?
In other words, would we have doomed the world or just added another shovel of the shit to the already huge pile?
 
I've been deeply interested in just watching the discussion, I should probably mention. It's fascinating to me, and I love it.

I've tried (and probably not completely succeeded, since it's a bit of a fuzzy line) to always give Vessel's inner monologue more of a role in telling what seems normal and viable than what he decides to do about it, to allow a little more flexibility in potential votes. Exception being things that run totally counter to the conceit of the story or character as established, of course. The Triumvir isn't anxious to leave his post when he's not yet discovered, so that's not a vote.

It's made worse by the fact that Ari does not feel any guilt for his part. From his perspective, he did us a favor opening our eyes to the truths of the world, and he behaved in the friendliest way fully expecting us to reciprocate as an ally should. By the time we could have pointed out his mistake and blame him for our misery, we were guilty of far greater crimes, and deliberate ones at that. He who lives in a glass house should not throw stones.
You're right, he doesn't feel guilty.

Exalted is the story of mighty heroes, but not always righteous heroes. This is a completely legitimate reading of Ari as the character; you could even go a little harsher on him, and I think it could be backed up. It's not the only angle you can take, but it's definitely not wrong. It's also possible to take his angle pretty strongly.

But we're not going to ditch him, because we are an unscrupulous coward who is low on the list of most powerful people in the world and is only surviving because they're still on that list at all.

I am entirely too amused (and maybe slightly bemused) by this take on Vessel.

I hadn't put it in those terms, but he has ended up being a bit of a 'path of least resistance' moral coward to date, isn't he?

Actually, @VagueZ, if it's not a spoiler, what would have happened to the elemental plane of Fire had we successfully linked to it?

I mean, yeah, our patron is a pyrophobe who probably wants to kill the concept of fire, but isn't this, like, Tuesday in Creation?
In other words, would we have doomed the world or just added another shovel of the shit to the already huge pile?

Midway between those. It would have been a case where the whole South is gradually becoming more Death-y, so shadowlands are forming and growing more easily, the Lion's maybe able to at least make a start on pouring his legions in, crop yields are falling, water's getting foul more easily, and in a few years the Pole itself and the quadrant it stabilizes would have grown unsteady. Ghosts and Abyssals would get Calibration-style slow mote regeneration.

So a bit more pressing than the Silver Prince, but short of the Great Contagion or Baloran Crusade, and it would have been an epic quest to try to fix. I hadn't completely created the roadmap for how it could be done.


I'll leave the vote open for somewhere between a day and two days more, then work on the next update.
 
Is Redemption a possibility? I hope so...not that Vessel would even know about that.

The Truest Revenge, I think, would be a life well lived.
 
The guy still murdered us and indirectly resulted in our eternal indentured servitude to murderhobo ghosts.
Is it actually murder, when someone attacks you with a unit of soldiers and kills your friends, and you respond by fighting back? It's not exactly his fault that we then won the extremely dubious lottery of being offered an Abyssal exaltation -- he only tried to kill us in pretty straight forward self defence.

I mean, like, obviously Ari clearly never felt remotely apologetic for doing that, just like Vessel has never even briefly been apologetic for coming after him. It's an issue that under the circumstances, they just... mutually decided not to bridge with one another. He has from that point on been nothing but basically straight forward and helpful to us, barring getting so distracted by weird shit happening with the statue that forgets to stop and look both ways for strange Dragon-Blooded before talking to us in public. Literally the only thing he has ever asked from us is "don't lie to me again".

This is a relationship where Ari is magically compelled to feel something (it's at least currently still something positive) for Vessel because their Exaltations are a matching set, even though when Vessel has done like... bare minimum to justify placing any faith in him to begin with. The least we can do here is meet his extremely low expectations for us and keep him on as a so-far reliable ally and currently the closest thing we have to a friend. We don't exactly have a big list of Celestial Exalts willing to help us out.
 
Is it actually murder, when someone attacks you with a unit of soldiers and kills your friends, and you respond by fighting back? It's not exactly his fault that we then won the extremely dubious lottery of being offered an Abyssal exaltation -- he only tried to kill us in pretty straight forward self defence.

I mean, like, obviously Ari clearly never felt remotely apologetic for doing that, just like Vessel has never even briefly been apologetic for coming after him. It's an issue that under the circumstances, they just... mutually decided not to bridge with one another. He has from that point on been nothing but basically straight forward and helpful to us, barring getting so distracted by weird shit happening with the statue that forgets to stop and look both ways for strange Dragon-Blooded before talking to us in public. Literally the only thing he has ever asked from us is "don't lie to me again".

This is a relationship where Ari is magically compelled to feel something (it's at least currently still something positive) for Vessel because their Exaltations are a matching set, even though when Vessel has done like... bare minimum to justify placing any faith in him to begin with. The least we can do here is meet his extremely low expectations for us and keep him on as a so-far reliable ally and currently the closest thing we have to a friend. We don't exactly have a big list of Celestial Exalts willing to help us out.

This is a very measured and reasonable explanation of issues involved, however, I don't feel like being reasonable on the subject, nor should I. This is Exalted. The guy killed us, so now we should embark on an epic quest to convince Malfeas to manifest in Creation specifically to piss in Ari's cereal, and that's my final opinion.

Well, okay, my final opinion is that Ari is absentminded enough not to pay much attention to hiding his presence in the Realm where being a Celestial Exalted is religious heresy, not because he wants to make a statement, but because he's just that clueless about the whole thing, somehow. I don't understand how he was found out the first time, and the second time just doesn't paint a favorable picture about his survival skills. Like, "oh noes, I've been found out, oh well" kind of attitude, despite having the followers who rely on him.
It's not like he's actively being a dick about it, he just doesn't feel like expending enough effort not to be, which, to be fair, is an accurate description for 80 percent of all people in Creation including the Main Character, but that's not exactly an endorsement to me.
For example, I liked Solace better, despite her unashamedly being a slightly self-righteous Shonen protagonist. Bonus points for getting character development.
 
Well, okay, my final opinion is that Ari is absentminded enough not to pay much attention to hiding his presence in the Realm where being a Celestial Exalted is religious heresy, not because he wants to make a statement, but because he's just that clueless about the whole thing, somehow
Given that ordinary humans have a really hard time noticing Lunar Tells, and there are... I think literally only three Dragon-Blooded left in the city that Ari knows of, it's less he didn't hide his presence and more he didn't recognise that there was someone present to be wary of if he shows up in human shape to talk to Vessel for a bit, when it turned out his news was actually really important. This is like... Not a great look, but there are mitigating factors here.

That Vessel didn't think to give Ari a heads up that his cousin -- the canon NPC whose job is to be a disagreeable zealot and attack the player characters -- was going to be in town was one of many small oversights that eventually piled up.
 
It's not exactly his fault that we then won the extremely dubious lottery of being offered an Abyssal exaltation -- he only tried to kill us in pretty straight forward self defence.
That changes surprisingly little in what actually happened.

I don't blame him for murdering us, per se - that's just the relationship the Dragonbloods have with the Anathema. However, whether he knew it or not, and whether he wanted it or not, his act of killing us ended up not only stripping us of our life, but of everything we held dear in it. That is an extra level of degradation that I would hold him responsible for, regardless of his intent, and what I would expect him to be at least nominally sorry about.

It's not like I absolve Vessel of his own responsibility in his fall, or the Waif, but however small Ari's part is, he is at the heart of the event that started it all, and I do not expect the Vessel to ever forget this. I don't think it's a burning vengeance like the one he feels for the Waif, but a quiet resentment would be appropriate.

I hadn't put it in those terms, but he has ended up being a bit of a 'path of least resistance' moral coward to date, isn't he?
Right up until he took it upon himself to pursue the Waif, yes. That's the first step that doesn't entirely fall within his established MO.
 
Ugh. I can't find it. What caste are we?

Day?

Or we just don't know?
 
During our second meeting with Ari, we self-identified as a Night caste Solar.
"Wr--" You shake your head, but don't take your eyes off him. He's not going to want to use the proper name. He's going to feel better if you stick to the names Anathema call themselves. "Night caste." That doesn't feel quite right, but surely it is. Even if your mark weeps blood instead of glowing golden, the mark is the same.
Edit: although VagueZ confirmed Vessel as a day caste at the start of the quest? :???:
Oh hell yeah, Exalted content! I was concerned for a moment that we were going to be saddled with a Terrestrial protagonist, but we got a full-on Abyssal, and judging by the title of "Wretched", we're a day caste!
Got it in one!
We might need a clarification on that...
 
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During our second meeting with Ari, we self-identified as a Night caste.

Edit: although VagueZ confirmed Vessel as a day caste? :???:

We might need a clarification on that...

Well, Solar Exalted have a Night Caste.

Abyssals... don't. They have the direct opposite, the Day Caste, which is why I assumed.
 
Well, Solar Exalted have a Night Caste.

Abyssals... don't. They have the direct opposite, the Day Caste, which is why I assumed.

This is exactly it.

Deathknights are relatively new to Creation, and not something people have seen. Vessel is a Day caste Abyssal, but steeped in Immaculate propaganda and ignorant of outside viewpoints. He sees his caste mark, and thinks it's a Solar Night caste mark. Sure, it's bleeding instead of glowing golden, but everything else lines up.

It's not the only case where characters don't know something that a reader who knows the setting could determine the truth.

This was also the first time that Ari had met any Abyssals, so he, too, jumped to the wrong conclusion. He may or may not have met a Solar before, either. This also means that he didn't realize his attack had been fatal; not only does Vessel show up alive, he shows up as a Solar. Sure, he tried to kill Vessel, but as far as he could tell, he failed to do so.

Creation lacks a place or way for most characters in-universe to master a lot of lore that seems basic to a reader with access to books, and I'm playing that up with who knows what. I hope I never make it feel like someone is holding the idiot ball (unless it's a character who's supposed to be dumb), just an additional layer of dramatic irony that a bunch of people involved don't know all the details. They can learn, though.

Is Redemption a possibility? I hope so...not that Vessel would even know about that.

The Truest Revenge, I think, would be a life well lived.

Which actually is a good answer to this, too! Right now, basically no one in setting should even be aware of the fact that Abyssals can become Solars. Can it happen? Well, it would have to fit the story to even be a possibility.
 
Which actually is a good answer to this, too! Right now, basically no one in setting should even be aware of the fact that Abyssals can become Solars. Can it happen? Well, it would have to fit the story to even be a possibility.
Though I expect such a quest here might well be made in utter ignorance if he can somehow stay that way long enough.
Like "what if I fix the evil parts of being Anathema?", for a guy raised in Immaculate doctrine.
 
Re the Ari thing, I'd kind of been avoiding bringing it up in Vessel's thinking before since there were more pressing matters to panic about attend to. However, I think now is a great time for the whole implications of "oh yeah I'm technically dead now and it's Ari's fault" to start sinking in. What we do with that is a different matter entirely (ref cit "a 'path of least resistance' moral coward"), but I think it seriously occurring to us now makes the most sense.
 
"Not like when that uppity ginger betrayed me eight centuries ago. I keep my promises. And, besides, he probably won't want to play his part. In that case... well. You will get to do what you do best."

sorry, the redhead you are looking for is not available. Please call back later. Thank you for using Ebon Black telecom. Have a cursed day!

(just chiming in to say I love this detail)
 
Mmm. So, if this is a homebrew of all three editions, what are your thoughts on the setting in general?
Like, for example, the most obvious question: is it possible to screw up so badly Creation ends up as the World of Darkness?
Eh, let me take out a list. Feel free not to answer whichever are spoilery enough/you don't feel like answering, tho.
Okay.
2) Are is we going to see the Return of the Scarlet Empress?
3) Are all Lunars paired up with Solars, or not necessarily, like in the Third Edition?
4) Will there be any of those fancy new types of Exalted, like soul-powered mechas and so on?
5) Is Unconquered Sun still addicted as fuck and not paying attention or is he starting to shape up after going to a rehab for Gamers Anonymous?

Just wanna know where in the canon related to the different editions we are.
 
Mmm. So, if this is a homebrew of all three editions, what are your thoughts on the setting in general?
Like, for example, the most obvious question: is it possible to screw up so badly Creation ends up as the World of Darkness?
Eh, let me take out a list. Feel free not to answer whichever are spoilery enough/you don't feel like answering, tho.
Okay.
2) Are is we going to see the Return of the Scarlet Empress?
3) Are all Lunars paired up with Solars, or not necessarily, like in the Third Edition?
4) Will there be any of those fancy new types of Exalted, like soul-powered mechas and so on?
5) Is Unconquered Sun still addicted as fuck and not paying attention or is he starting to shape up after going to a rehab for Gamers Anonymous?

Just wanna know where in the canon related to the different editions we are.
1) It's certainly possible that the setting will end up radically changed in fundamental ways. Getting all the way from fantasy Bronze Age to modern age WoD is probably beyond the scope of what I'm writing, but part of the conceit of Exalted is that things will get shaken up.
2) The only thing I'll confirm is that the story with her is not perfectly in line with the one outlined in "Return of the Scarlet Empress".
3) Probably doesn't matter one way or the other within the context of how hard it can be to run into your exact mate.
4) Depends on if I have a good use for them. From the blurbs we have on them, I don't see a use for Getimians within this story, for instance, but if I do, they'll show up. Same for Liminals, Alchemicals, and the rest. Creation is big; maybe they're just not around here yet.
5) Who knows?

Most cosmic questions are going to get that sort of nebulous answer, I'm afraid. The direction I've picked is based on the story involved; I've run different assumptions when I've GMed, for instance, based on the exact story my players and I decided on.

As far as picking editions, I'm fond of most of 3e's changes, but I fill in a lot of detail from 2e (it has a lot more currently-existing books to draw from) and I don't know first edition nearly as well.
 
Meeting with Oni
[] You will be one of those water-summoning sorcerers the Despot hires.

The wagon lurches to a stop. You look up. You'd been dozing lightly in the back, along with half a dozen other people. Although this winter day is not as hot as it gets during the summer months of Fire, it's still traditional in much of the South to rest during the hottest parts of the day, save for those people who have a job that just can't let sit like that.

You pick yourself up from your spot against the back wall, ensure your small pack of essentials is undisturbed and the magical boomerang Blizzard's Scourge is still at hand, and make your way forward, stepping over the bodies of those still sleeping or at least preferring to stay lying down.

You exit through the main door, stepping directly away from the wagon. It's part of a caravan, of course, with several similar-looking vehicles with wide, studded wheels to grip on sandy surfaces more easily and pulled by teams of oxen. This can still turn out a surprising amount of speed, especially when combined with a road whose patron god is propitiated to keep things running smoothly.

Right now, there's some raised voices and general posturing happening at the front of the whole affair. You make your way over. It's the sort of shouting that people do in order to look tough and avoid having to be tough. The caravan and its guards are on one side, trying to look rough and ready, while the other group is a motley mix of desert barbarians, nomads who are riding a mixture of claw striders and horses. They keep mobile, except for the spokeswoman.

The spokespeople for both groups are doing the shouting and gesticulating. It's the sort of 'raid' that's most likely to end with the nomads being given a token tribute and everyone going on their way, but there's always the chance that it will escalate if one side feels the other is too much weaker or being too greedy. The caravan master slows his energy as he recognizes you, but the nomad doesn't until you touch your mind to the hearthstone at your neck, summoning a sudden swirl of cold wind that can't be mistaken for something mundane.

The still-mounted riders perk up a bit, spears and bows and slings at the ready, but no one is dumb enough to be the first to overtly draw. That gives a low survivability rate against unknown, supernatural threats. "And you are...?" The nomad spokeswoman side-eyes you. She's a solid, middle-aged woman with the scars of someone who's no stranger to fighting.

You look her over, finding the symbol and colors Ari told you to expect. "I'm a friend of Ari's," you say, once you've confirmed to yourself that she's with the ones you're looking for. "He said to look for you, that you would be able to take me to Nine Leagues Strides and Soot Column Ascending."

"Really? A friend of Teach's?" Teach? This is a nickname for the Lunar that you haven't heard before... but, of course, you don't actually even know all that much about Ari's life outside of his efforts at the Lap. Where, among other things, he managed to inflict a fatal wound on you, but you've tried to move past that. She challenges you with a couple of completely meaningless code phrases, which you respond to appropriately.

That sort of thing isn't completely secure, since it's still something that mortals like this woman have to know.

You'd run into Ari one last time as you were leaving the Lap. You explained to him your intent to fit into Gem as a sorcerer, including the fact that you haven't had a sorcerous initiation. After all, one of the things the Realm knows about Anathema is their use of blasphemous, forbidden sorcerous techniques; it seems a waste for you not to learn any. You can hardly be any more damned than you already are.

Ari didn't have the proper things with him to perform the initiation, hence why you ended up directed here.

"Well," she finally allows, "Whether you're telling the truth or not, you're probably more interesting than shaking down this sorry lot. Toll's waived today, boys." She makes a dismissive and probably rude gesture towards the caravan leader and turns away.

"So," she asks you as you adopt the high-stepping gait that's easiest for walking across deep sand drifts, "can you ride a claw strider, or would you prefer a horse?"

You consider the two-legged murder beast from closer than you would like. It seems like it's constructed entirely from sharp points. "I'm more familiar with horses."

Your response is not nearly funny enough for how long she laughs at it.

The band rides off. The rest of the day is spent riding. You're still headed in mostly the right direction, so you don't mind it too much. The leader is the only one who speaks to you. It turns out her name is Elma. The party stops in the early evening at a little damp spot in the desert. It's not much of an oasis; it's a natural water catchment that's out of direct sunlight and some scraggly grass around it. The horses are let graze, while meatier fare is provided to the claw striders.

You find a quiet spot out of the way and wait. You don't know much about caring for animals.

As evening falls and the sky gets dark, at Elma's direction, one of the others sets off a rocket, and a yellow firework spirals into the air before bursting. A signal like that could be seen for many miles. You give Elma a questioning look. "Signal for the big guys," she explains. "Means 'presence requested, non-emergency'. Shouldn't take long; I expect they're relatively close, from what everyone's said lately." You let it be at that, but it's still a surprise. It indicates that the nomads out here are a lot more sophisticated and connected than the Realm ever realized.

Sure enough, a little more than two hours later, as the dozen or so members of this band and you are polishing off a meal of heavily-spiced dried vegetables, the answer comes.

A camel comes running out of the desert, all ungainly awkwardness and strange gait, as a camel usually is. On the camel's back, nestled between its two humps but without the benefit of any type of saddle, is a svelte male figure, almost but not quite human, and with a literally fiery aura to him. It reminds you of Solace's hair, a bit.

The burning man disentangles himself from the camel. This is always a bit of a process; camels are gangling creatures, with knees where it seems like they shouldn't be.

He gives the camel a swat along one of its humps once he's on the ground. "You shouldn't always be in such an all-fired hurry, Nine. I keep telling you."

The camel snorts in a very human-like fashion. "Just because you're older than the mountains shouldn't mean you can't appreciate a good run, old man," it says in a woman's voice, before its shape twists and distorts. It's not quite as smooth a process as Ari's, but it's clearly the same type of thing.

Firelight casts the camel-figure's shadow starkly on a dune behind it. You note that the shadow doesn't change, even as the camel gives way to that of a warrior woman close to six and a half feet tall. She just still casts a camel's shadow.

Numbers flick through your head. That had been a good pace for a camel, and to run flat-out since she had seen the signal, it might reasonably have been anywhere from thirty to fifty miles away, depending on exactly how hard they ran and how quickly they got started. That's 'relatively close'?

Nine Leagues Strides, as she pretty much has to be, strides up to Elma with the distance-devouring steps of someone who learned to walk quickly before she grew tall. "Elma. Got something interesting? Let me guess: caravan had something worthwhile?" Nine is dressed simply and practically, in plain and brief clothes that allow the wearer to breathe in desert heat and leaves her midriff with its well-defined abdominal muscles exposed. Beyond Lunar tattoos that accentuate her appearance, the only decoration she has is a silvery ornament that loops around her upper left arm several times. It has a stylized, sharp-looking snake head on one end. The whole thing looks like moonsilver.

Elma shakes her head, keeping her gaze respectfully low. "No, Nine Leagues Strides. It was a rather poor caravan, but there was a passenger who said he knew Ari." You hear the catch in her voice as she almost says 'Teach' again. She turns to look at you. "Said Ari sent him to you two."

You stand. You don't get to come any closer, though, before Nine Leagues Strides is already on top of you. "What are you?" She asks, before adding, "Never mind. I don't care much. Why did Teach send you our way?" She's inspecting you from rather close. You wonder if that's standard issue for Lunars, or just these two.

"I'm looking to learn sorcery, and Ari--" You cut yourself off. It's not like Ari, but she's still distracting to be this close to, especially as she's the rare woman who's actually taller than you are. "Do you have to stand so close?"

She raises an eyebrow, then gives out a guffaw. "Oh, look, everyone. We got us a Realm brat!" She takes two dramatic steps backwards, more than is really necessary, as some of the nomads give her polite laughter. "Better, Reddy?" It takes you a moment to process that: Scarlet Empire equals red equals you named 'Reddy'.

"Thank you. Ari suggested you and Soot Column Ascending would be able to give me a sorcerous initiation. I was looking to learn some water-conjuring spell before I went to Gem." You share that, knowing that there was no way you weren't going to have to share the goal at some point, so it's better to just say it and look open than force them to pull it out of you.

"Huh." She scratches her chin. "We probably could, if Soot--Soot!" She raises her voice to catch his attention. "Stop macking on Elma and get your butt over here!" He does so, but by the small smile that lingers on Elma's face she hadn't been upset with whatever he was saying. "Soot would be the one who could give you the fastest actual initiation. Comes with being an ifrit lord. You want to conjure water, though, you need me to show you that spell. So you're gonna need to convince the two of us. What do you think, Soot?"

The ifrit strokes own chin as he looks at you, rubbing the flame-like goatee he has cultivated. Or perhaps it's actual fire, tamed to look like a beard. "Don't like the feel of this one's Essence," he says, "But I don't see a problem to my pattern, and he seems capable enough. So for the right price, I can bless him."

Nine nods, and looks back to you. "We were actually on our way to Gem for business of our own, too. But there's the deal. Soot and I? We're partners. Ari's a friend, but he isn't us. The nomad tribes around here are my people. Soot's with us because we help maintain the geomancy he and the other ifrits and the rest of the Court of Orderly Flame like. You want sorcery, you give us both a good reason to help you."

You're taken aback. "As simple as that? You don't even know me." The Heptagram back home on the Blessed Isle is far more choosy. To study there is to be one of the Realm's elite and use geomancy, deep study of sorcerous texts, or arcane formulae and mudras to induct the trainee into the mysteries of sorcery. It also usually establishes a lot more theoretical basis before they start actually using sorcery, months of it.

"I know enough." Nine gives you a smile. "Accent, clothing, cheekbones, how you hold yourself: you're from the Blessed Isle. Just looking at you sitting here I can see you don't know the desert, you don't know anything beyond your cities, you look uncomfortable at moonsilver tattoos: you're Immaculate-raised. You have a magical weapon you're clearly in tune with, so you have some power of your own, but you restrained yourself from trying to learn and help the gang here: you're still resisting your nature as more than human, so it's new, not something you were born with. Immaculate propaganda might make you think you're 'Anathema', which could contribute to that." She considers you. "Dunno what power offhand. You one of those freaks out of Sijan? Some weird artifact zap you special powers? You ain't Chosen by Luna, at least, that's for sure. I don't really care what else it was."

You almost shudder at her offhanded litany of reading you. There can be no real doubt in your mind at that: Nine must be one of the Oni, those keenly perceptive shape-shifting magic-wielding Anathema that call themselves "No Moons". You're suddenly aware afresh that you're in deep enemy territory: Lunars like this have harried the Realm since the Empress's ascension, even winning some striking victories and almost assassinating her. They're the monsters in the darkness for the righteous Dragon-Bloods, and here you are, dead at the claws of one of them and seeking knowledge from another.

The dark power you wield and the Whispers in your mind say you can stand your ground here, but it's still enough to put an extra chill in your blood. With every step, you're putting yourself further from the Immaculate path, justifying it to yourself and saying it can be worth it in the end if you destroy the right targets. Maybe it will be. "You're pretty close with all that," you allow, keeping your face as blank as you can. "I go by Vessel, these days."

"I'm sure you do, Reddy." She approaches again, just close enough to pat your head condescendingly. "I'm sure you do." She sobers up before you can open your mouth. "Precondition, though. You'd have to be really special to be the worst boy or girl Ari dragged home, but serious talk: we talk sorcery, you don't hurt me and my people, got it?"

She gestures off into the desert, and strides off. You follow her, with Soot at one shoulder. "I swear I have neither intent or desire to hurt you or yours."

Nine blows a raspberry. "I don't like weasel words, but I know 'em. If you're gonna make any sort of 'technically, I never lied' claim, I'll stuff your intestines into your ears."

Soot stage-whispers to you, "She's very specific with her threats, but she does remember them, and I've seen her go through with it. There was this Fair Folk cataphract about ten years ago, where she promised that all his fingers--"

"Shut it, you're harshing my flow, old man." Finding an apparently appropriate flat spot in the sand, Nine starts dragging her foot along, etching a large circle. It's a perfect circle, however: neither rough nor somewhat oval. "Sorcery. There's a lot of little details, and lots of ways to do it. Here's an important one that's pretty constant, however: some numbers have power. Three, seven, twelve..." Here, she looks at Soot Column Ascending. "Three?"

He nods. "Three. We don't need more for this."

Nine Leagues Strides nods in agreement and goes around the circle a second time, marking three smaller circles that just touch the outside of the large circle, providing just enough space to comfortably put both feet inside. "Okay, Reddy. Three it is. We offer you three prices, and you pick one. You pay it, we help you learn sorcery. You refuse all three, deal's off and out you go."

"Can I suggest one?" You ask.

"Nope, not really appropriate." She looks at Soot for confirmation. "Pacharenai?" He nods. "Option one, there's been reports of a band of raksha affiliated with the Pacharenai around. They haven't bothered my people yet, but if I have a third warrior we won't wait, we'll just go attack them together. It'd be a couple of days each out there and back, depending a bit on how hard it is to run them down. I hope you're confident in your weapon and skill. That's the physical option." That would delay your arrival in Gem by at least four days, maybe up to a week. You'd be running late, and any trail you might find would be colder.

The Oni makes a little mark next to one circle, indicating which one it is before she again moves on to the second small circle to make a different mark. "Option two, I know you're a Realm brat. You give me what strategic information you can on Realm dispositions. Don't hold things back. If you have something worth it, that counts. I have something concrete to work from and Soot gets his payment in the form of my people doing better and supporting the Court of Orderly Flame's geomancy. That's your social option, based on who you know." You wince internally, even though neither of them are looking at you at the moment to notice an actual expression. You certainly could give them information, even if it might be growing out of date with the Realm's civil war going hot. What you couldn't do, if you did agree to that trade and actually offer it, is hide who you are. Nine Leagues Strides might say she doesn't care, but it wouldn't take many clues for her to put things together and identify you specifically as Triumvir Peleps.

"Last one: something mental. Hm. How about this: put your mind to work. Last option is that both Soot Column Ascending and I each get a favor from you, to be called in later. You have to be smart enough to know if that's worth more than picking one of the other two right now." The upsides and downsides of that one seem to be just as clear as she's laying them out, even after you think about them. The Lunar finishes making her 'mental' mark. "Pick, then."

She and Soot start circulating slowly. You see your place and follow along with their pacing. You have to pick one, stepping into the appropriate small circle, and they will step into the other two.

[] Join them on a Fair Folk raid, which delays your arrival in Gem.
[] Give them strategic Realm information about the Lap, revealing who you were.
[] Owe them a favor each.
 
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[x] Join them on a Fair Folk raid, which delays your arrival in Gem.
Fair Folk bashing is always a good time, and bonding with them in a fight means they're more likely to be well-disposed to us down the line.
 
[X] Give them strategic Realm information about the Lap, revealing who you were.

We died. Hard to get more distant from who we were than that.
 
[X] Join them on a Fair Folk raid, which delays your arrival in Gem.

I don't think Vessel is quite at the "actively betray everything I've ever known for personal power" level just yet, since passive betrayals are far easier to rationalize and all. And the owing favors option is a terrible idea, and any self-respecting unscrupulous Realm politician would know as much. Let's kill us some raksha. (Well, hopefully not proper unshaped ones, because we would absolutely die if we tried that. But shaped raksha we can probably handle.)
 
(Well, hopefully not proper unshaped ones, because we would absolutely die if we tried that. But shaped raksha we can probably handle.)
Pretty sure they're not proposing a jaunt into the deep Wyld so we should be dealing with nothing more than obnoxiously high dice pools and a few nasty tricks. Plus the ever present hobgoblin foot soldiers of course.
 
[X] Give them strategic Realm information about the Lap, revealing who you were.

It's not about lying, it's about telling the truth and getting away with it.
For bonus points transmute the truth into a sharp stiletto and stab someone with it until they stop moving.


Okay,
But if Vessel doesn't have any problems with betraying his Realm to a bunch of Lunars, even with something as small as out of date info about general situation, then neither do I.
Will he tell them about the newborn Kingdom of Lap, I wonder?
 
[X] Join them on a Fair Folk raid, which delays your arrival in Gem.

It's done with quickly, it causes no extra trouble (presuming we survive), and we get to kill more fair folk, which is always a plus. The other ones cause more social trouble for us later implicitly, or they cause more trouble of whatever sort would be the worst explicitly; no deals there.
 
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