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High-powered Exalted... open character creation... must submit character.

Thanks. I went back and fixed a few things, mostly to tweak the cadence a bit and correct a couple of errors.

Background: Somewhere, on the other side of shadows, drifting in the dreams of unborn gods, there was a throne. The figure on it had no face, no form - it was merely an illusion of shape. Darkness given form and flesh. Before the throne knelt the ragged figure of a man. Blood, dried to black...

You've definitely given him more than enough time. He's just a lazy bastard, you see. Well, not entirely. Schoolwork, and all that... but yeah, more than enough time. A full application will be forthcoming very soon.

If you weren't averse to instituting a rather large canon change, you could always say that a Deathlord was somehow destroyed, and that we, his Deathknights, were now free to pursue our own ends. As always, Axel, it's your game. These are just my random musings.

So, a couple of thoughts. For one, I sort of agree that it almost make more sense if we'd all fled different Deathlords - five Death Knights leaving one Deathlord would be such a gaping flaw in that Deathlord's power base that they couldn't afford not to do something about it - heaving half (or...

Thanks for the information. Just FYI, merits and flaws work the way they always do in WW games - Merits cost bonus points, flaws give them to you. If I find any that I think are particularly appropriate, I'll give you the full text of them for your approval.

I'll go ahead and be the one to ask: How do you feel about the merits and flaws as listed in the Scroll of Heroes? They're mostly pretty good in my opinion, and provide some very useful and flavorful character options. Oh, and just for the record - The Foole will likely be a Moonshadow caste...

That's about 7 votes for option three, I believe. Whether we end up playing Infernal or Abyssal, I'm going to be playing some sort of Fool - As in a jester. In full motley, of course. Repent, Harlequin, Said the Tick-Tock Man.

Interesting ideas all. As if I didn't already have enough on my plate... but I think I'd have to at least create a character for whatever you decide to put forth. Hmmm... that said, I think I'll throw my vote in for 3. Antiheroes are fun, when played properly.

Dis Dis shifted his stance, his hands sliding up the body of his guitar. He grinned, suddenly, passing one hand across his eyes in an odd gesture, then lifting his middle finger towards the undead monstrosity. "Ya know what, fugly? You're really starting to piss me off. And I got better things...

Dis The Lunar musician ambled along, not really appearing to hurry. He unslung the Axe again, his fingers fiddling slightly with the strings as he put the Pick in place. He stared at the creature for a moment, then flicked his hair backwards. Suddenly, a blaze of silvery light gathered...

I'm still up. I've been busy as hell the past week or so. My apologies.

Sable Sable nodded regally to Fabian, giving him a slight smile. He took in the amusements occuring around him, still wearing that smile as he headed up the stairs.

Dis Dis shrugged his shoulders, nodding. "Sure, what the hell? Sounds like a riot. Besides, never hurts to play the hero. The ladies dig it." He said with a wicked little chuckle, ambling off in the direction the others had indicated with a slight smile on his face.

Reason Reason smiled slightly Indeed? At least my mind contains things other than delusions. But enough sniping - we are here to negotiate a treaty against a common foe, not exchange verbal witticisms.

Reason Reason cocked his head, looking around with one eyebrow artfully arched. "Why would a spider tell the flies its true nature? That seems... counterproductive."

Reason Reason looked around, captivated by the beauty of the relatively intact First Age architecture, sighing slightly. So much ruined. So much lost. He would just have to see about rectifying the situation. Hearing the wail, he looked at the others, then began to move towards the dome at an...

Sable The vampire merely smiled as heads turned, concious of the attention but not bothering to return it. He entered the club with a wide grin on his face, looking for who - or, perhaps, what - his sire had brought him here to meet.

Sable The Tzimisce rose, a fanged smile on his lips as he recieved the call. Good - he had been so very bored lately. A little party might serve to liven things up, and it would be interesting to see the work of one whom his sire considered a luminary. He'd had almost no contact with the rest...