Unlike Misuro, the Wolf is not accustomed to hiding what she is, once battle is joined. Letting out another joyful snarl, she continues to tear her way through the creature, soaked in core, her shimmering silver fur matted with any number of fluids.
She continues to slash, tear and bite at the...
Cunning Fangs inclines her head slightly to the god.
"Flattery will get you everywhere?" She looked around at the domain, a dark look on her face. "The Dragon Blooded were fools for merely locking you away and thinking this place could be buried, but in their meddling, how much damage have...
I am the worst at replying. Double conference plus "Oh shit, I need to actually deploy this to a server and I have no idea how to do that" plus a grant deadline. Will try to be posting soon.
Generally speaking, for Exalted, trying to absorb a blow with armor is a losing battle to begin with.
Also, any serious discussion of a soak based combat build for a Lunar should start with charms, not artifact armor. As much as that suit is *quite* nice.
Not in Exalted it doesn't.
That would seem reasonable to Fangs. While she doesn't think she owes Flicker anything for Ankss (them not all being dead is Fangs' favor to her), it seems like a reasonable thing to do.
Define "properly equipped"? Are we remembering that Fangs left two demon smiths...
She nods softly. "Calm Illiqtrath. I merely needed your name - those who would trap you would not be above attempting to trap me with such a tempting thing as your container." She ran her fingers over the crystal.
"Do you know how to free yourself? The crystal could be destroyed, but that will...
Find yourself some Elementals and Fangs can summon them for you to fight. She's also good for a sound-and-light show for arriving. Sorcery is handy like that.
"Your name" Cunning Fangs repeats more firmly - it's not unlikely that her First Age incarnation, or one of her enemies, had more than one bound god in their service, or might lay one as a trap of sorts.
"Then we can see about securing your freedom from this crystal. Who did this to you?"
Wolf continues her relentless, tearing assault as the thing rears up again - even the mightiest of prey can be torn apart from the inside out, and it is from the core that the dead first begin to rot...
I'll confess that I'd be slightly miffed if Siham just slammed his way up to Solar Circle, for a couple of reasons:
At the moment, I've actually been trying to play through the Stations. It would be a little frustrating if that was just rendered skippable because the Charms are appealing...
No, I'm saying sitting on my hands worrying that my every action will somehow Butterfly Effect into strengthening him, and assigning him a floating power level that means, regardless of what we do, surely he must be more dangerous, isn't fun.
And results in stale cheese sandwiches.
I am...
Everything might help the Mask of Winters.
My cheese sandwich may all be part of his cunning, nefarious, 7-dimensional chess game for which we are all pawns.
In the mean time, I'm going to go have fun.
Cunning Fangs chuckles. "I am far to quarrelsome to be taken for granted. You would forget me for a few moments, only to find my at someone's throat." She gives Mirror a knowing, conspiratorial smile. "I suspect your interaction with the weapon may be more pleasant than you anticipate."...
Mask of Winters should be shitting his pants if this happened. Fully Functional Primordial > Yozi = Neverborn > Deathlord. The little cockroach can cackle with glee all he wants, because if he's still alive, it's because Fangs/Mirror/Siham can't be bothered to crush him.
The issue is getting...
...about a controlled experiment. For science.
Since summoning a 2nd Circle demon (or indeed, a 1st Circle demon) doesn't actually pull them out of Malfeas as much as create an instance of themselves in Creation, you could theoretically have 11 of the same demon.
Note, this is *insanely risky*.
The wolf's muscular form leaps back from the towering mass of dead flesh, landing on the docks in a low crouch. She growls up, and despite the truly revolting smell, there is a look of pure, unblemished joy in her gore-covered features. This is where she belongs.
Her howl is one of joy and...