And So It Shall Be. (Exalted 2.5 Chat)

[Goddamnbatman]

My Shieldbearer concept would simply be a master strategist. Leo was born in the hundred kingdoms and had witnessed his father the King lead his soldiers into battle against neighboring kingdoms. From an early age, his father essentially taught him how to choose his battles and the importance of being responsible for many men. His father had been bed ridden and Leo ended up having to come up with a military plan instead of his father and helped win the war. Around this time, he was taken for his training in Yu Shan. Leo joined the gold faction, mostly thinking that the solars would have the most potential to protect soldiers on the battlefield. Beside being a reliable Strategist, Leo sleeps very often and doesn't have the patience to learn martial arts from his sifu, Silver Swallow.

 

[Coyotekin]

Hmmm, I almost think an Abyssal could be fun. One of the strange ones that sees no need to murder pointlessly. In fact he sees the reverence of ancestors to be very important, just as it is to respect the assorted spirits. After all, the Underworld wouldn't exist if it wasn't meant to. In addition, the original design of Stygia was a great model for what civilization could be. So, that means that there are some odds and ends of assorted people, like barbarians, bandits, and such that are not good for society as a whole and would need to be eliminated, and given a second chance in the afterlife to contribute to society as a whole.

 

[Dragnar]

To elaborate a bit: I'd be playing a Sidereal of Secrets, who was one of those who kind of... Slip through the cracks. Yu Shan's collection of new Sidereals isn't as quick as it used to be after all, some not being found until months or years after exalting. The return of the Solar exalted only made it worse, and my character would have been exalted for 5-6 years without being found by the time the Mask was repaired.


Which is particularly bad for someone in his situation - a Guildsman in his prime, granted amazing powers... At the cost of people constantly forgetting who he is. The longer the mask wears at records, the harder it is to keep a position of any power, and he was forced to resort to greater and greater amounts to magic just to hang on to his position. A strong believer in justice and the proper execution of the law, (Rather rare among the guild's higher ranks, making the Mask an even worse problem) he'd normally be completely behind the punishing of the Sidereal exalted - especially since it coincided with the end of his years of frantic effort to control his territory. But the punishment was given not to the souls who committed the crime, but the shards that empowered them, and so instead he is left punished for a crime he'd never even heard of, in what was likely a desperate attempt by a corrupt bureaucracy to save face. The only solution: Gather power, influence, and allies, until he could challenge the incarnae themselves to repeal the sentence.

 

[Kaji-Oni]

I have another concept that I have been mulling around that people might be interested in. Playing a vengeful Chosen of Journeys. He is extremely upset by the gods handling of the usurpation trial and the resulting banishment of a hundred loyal agents who committed no crime (Kejack is the only one left from the first age so everyone else is innocent). He is utterly dedicated to ending the exile, and if that isn't possible spreading as much misery to the gods as possible. He would be perfectly polite to the party, but would spend most of his free time committing acts of terrorism in Heaven. He seems really fun to play, and plays into your setting nicely, but I'm not sure if you want a character this dark in your game.

 

[The Dark Wizard]

Also Solar BP costs for everyone!

 

[ehmygirl]

If you want the dynamic duo, I'd be willing to play. Cap & I'll do a Lunar/Solar set too.

 

[Feantari]

Myra


Caste: No Moon


Spirit Shape: Egret


Tell: Crest of white feathers atop head


Motivation: Prove she doesn't need the Silver Pact by forming a perfect society without the Thousand Streams River Project or their help.


Intimacies: <Her city>, Grand Ambitions, -Mayasara (former lunar mentor), Marine delicacies

Spoiler

Myra struggled against the ropes desperately searching for anything that could help her. The villagers were walking away in the distance not at all worried about her escaping. This was how it was done. A bit of ritual, rope, blood and the cowardly walk back so they didn't have to face the deed. Well this was one sacrificial virgin who was not giving up yet. The river dragons had taken notice and watched her in an almost lazy fashion. Their way of toying with their food perhaps? She stuck her tongue out at the nearest one and yanked on the ropes. As they came she saw a vision so completely incomprehensible she though they must have drugged her. Yet she understood it to mean life, survival, struggles in darkness. She opened her eyes and one of the water birds had approached too close to her. It pecked her in the forehead and she flew away.


A nice fairy tale perhaps. But the story wasn't over. She didn't get to live out her days in peace. She was confronted by a group of Lunars who took her to the edge of the world to teach her. Eventually she passed their trials and accepted the painful tattooing. She slowly had felt out a new home with new friends. But she could feel the tugs of manipulation. No more so than when she was sent to meet her mentor. A crone of a woman who was bent on teaching her sorcery. Myra learned as she was instructed, but she also learned more about her mentor than she was meant to. Eventually she ran away and refused to return. She had seen enough of the practices and theories of her new kind and she wasn't really a fan. She would make her own way without them.

Attributes


Strength ?


Dexterity ????


?Stamina ???


?Charisma ?????


Manipulation ??


Appearance ???


?Perception ?????


?Intelligence ????


Wits ???


Abilities


Martial Arts ???


Integrity ?


Performance ???


Presence ??


?Survival ??


?Investigation ??


Lore ?


Occult ??


Athletics ?


Awareness ???


Dodge ??


Stealth ??


Linguistics ? (Native: Flametongue, Learned: Old Realm)


Socialize ???


Specialties


Listening (Awareness) ?


Dance (Performance) ?


Southern Spirit Courts (Occult) ?


<her city> (Socialize) ?


Charms


Dexterity


1st Dexterity Excellency


Stamina


Ox-Body x4 free


Charisma


1st Charisma Excellency


Cobra Hypnotic Method


Culling the Pride


Perception


2nd Perception Excellency


Blood-Kin Sense


Intelligence


Terrestrial Circle Sorcery


Knacks


Prey's Skin Disguise


Internal Form Mastery


Deadly Beastman Transformation


Spells


Summon Elemental


Backgrounds


Artifact ??? (Moonsilver Essence Lash)


Heart's Blood ??


Resources ???


Solar Bond ?


Virtues


Compassion ???


Conviction ??


Temperance ??? (Curse of the Humble Sloth)


Valor ??


Willpower ????? ??


Essence ????


Personal 16/16


Peripheral 40/40


DBT: Wings, Retractable Claws, Feathers


Heart's Blood Library


Young Woman


Dolphin


Horse


Eight-tailed mole hound


Cat (sleek and beautiful)


Hawk


Tiger


Owl


BP 18/18


Essence 2->4, 14


WP 5->6, 1


Temp 2->3, 1


Backgrounds 2

 

[The Dark Wizard]

I'm taking Captain, ehmygirl, Lord of Chaos, TWIF, Kaji, Xaan.


If any of them leave the game I will take some one else, etc.

 

[Coyotekin]

Oh well...

 

[The Dark Wizard]

Waitlisting is now open!


Sorry guys, did not think my game would explode so fast.

 

[Myllinnia]

Well if you still want peeps, you can put me down somewhere on the listie list.

 

[The Dark Wizard]

Well if you still want peeps, you can put me down somewhere on the listie list.

Of course .


As with all chat games, people always leave due to unforseen circumstances, and if all goes to plan, this will be a long game so I assume people will have chances to join.

 

[Coyotekin]

Have fun guys.

 

[Thief of Words]

Wait...a societal level game? Any chance I could play either an eclipse caste or an Infernal?

 

[The Dark Wizard]

[QUOTE="Thief of Words]Wait...a societal level game? Any chance I could play either an eclipse caste or an Infernal?

[/QUOTE]
What ever you want, you'd have to be waitlisted though, the game is full, but since its a chat game, one never knows what might happen, so you could have the chance to play soon.

 

[Thief of Words]

Guessing the Szoreny Infernal is taken.

 

[Tribute of a Dark Heart]

I would love to be wait listed, please .


I was thinking an Infernal who inherits her exaltation from a former Infernal who was on the path of the Devil-Tiger. The former exaltation had achieved Swallowing the Scorpion, but no other charms along the path (This way she is a renegade, that never had a Yozi direct the exaltation to a new host).


The inheritor would be from the Dwelling of the Serpents who Walk Like Men. Probably a Fiend, but I'm open to other options.

 

[navar]

I would also love to be wait listed.


My initial concept is a Snake themed Lunar, but I am willing to play whatever.

 

[The Dark Wizard]

[QUOTE="Thief of Words]Guessing the Szoreny Infernal is taken.

[/QUOTE]
I might allow the second one, but the game is waitlisted

[QUOTE="Tribute of a Dark Heart]I would love to be wait listed, please .
I was thinking an Infernal who inherits her exaltation from a former Infernal who was on the path of the Devil-Tiger. The former exaltation had achieved Swallowing the Scorpion, but no other charms along the path (This way she is a renegade, that never had a Yozi direct the exaltation to a new host).


The inheritor would be from the Dwelling of the Serpents who Walk Like Men. Probably a Fiend, but I'm open to other options.

[/QUOTE]

I would also love to be wait listed.
My initial concept is a Snake themed Lunar, but I am willing to play whatever.

Welcome to the wait list guys!


Thanks for taking an interest in my game !

 

[Thief of Words]

[QUOTE="The Dark Wizard]I might allow the second one, but the game is waitlisted
Welcome to the wait list guys!


Thanks for taking an interest in my game !

[/QUOTE]
Sure thing. And if a spot for an Isidoros Infernal opens up, let me know.

 

[The Dark Wizard]

So ended up with this city:

• City in Game
• Other Suggestions That Did Not Make it In

• 
  
  
  At the point where the Yellow and Sandy rivers merge lay the twin cities of Hun and Po. Hun is a shining city of grand domes and sparkling waters, framed against a majestic waterfall that forms a minor third river before joining with the others. On this river live the upper class and the "clean" lower class of the cities. Merchants, priests, noblemen all make their home in dreamy luxury. Prayer powers a series of advanced artifacts that make life in Hun idyllic, a callback to a forgotten age of decadence. Certain lower class individuals are carefully chosen and ritually cleansed to carry out the few manual tasks still required.
  
  
  Below Hun lies Po, the city of base urges and darkness. Here live the pitiful, resentful masses who make Po possible. Their mandated prayers power those above, and they are banned from viewing the light of day. The dark god of this city draws power from their misery, yet feels a form of abusive love for his subjects. While he is bound to serve his shining brother above, deep within his mind he is planning a way to reverse the current situation, so that the masses may rule the elite.
  
  
  Hun is characterized by high domes, elaborate arches and architecture and structures built atop floating platforms on the river. Its citizens are scholars, philosophers and thaumaturges. They never pray in person, instead commanding a servant to do so for them. They consider actual prayer to be crass and low status. Hun is overseen by the god Arcoi, a shining figure in white robes who walks among his chosen people, discussing lofty ideas with them.
  
  
  Po is build on the top of a massive lava chamber, reaching deep under the ground. The buildings hang from the top of the chamber like enormous stalactites, and people cross between buildings on narrow, treacherous stone paths. The citizens of Po are kept subjugated by the dangerous Lartore, the dark brother of Arcoi.
  
  
  Level of Realm’s Involvement: 2 (1-5) A non-official ambassador or fairly renowned politician is currently working to guide the city toward the realm’s interest.
  
  
  Deathlord Involvement: 3 (1-5) The Walker In Darkness is just beginning an initiative to spread a Void cult in Po, using the appeal of an end to the suffering to draw the subjugated slaves to his cause.
  
  
  Population of the Region: ? (1-5)
  
  
  Hun & Po: 1000+ Elites | 3000+ Cleansed Servants | 30000+ Slaves
  
  
  Surrounded by dense farms and fishing villages, mostly in settlements of 200-500 people each. There are 100,000 people in the region not attached to a major city, spread out over more than a hundred miles.
  
  
  Nathir: 25,000
  
  
  Cliff-Cities: 50,000/12+ Cities
  
  
  Supernatural Activity: 4.5 (1-5)
  
  
  Gods and Elementals walk the streets of Hun, speaking with mortals and seeking interesting conversation, although they are forbidden from staying more than two days and nights in a given week. Strangely, no couplings of spirit and gods produce God-Blooded offspring within the city. Every farming village in the surrounding region has a minor God who ensures a good harvest and fair weather. They often compete with each other, not for actual land and resources but rather for prestige. The God of Po is stealing the souls of any born god-blooded children, for his own nefarious ends. Outside of Hun, God-Blooded are a common sight, acting as both temple-priests and wandering holy men to interact with the spirits of the region on behalf of the mortals.
  
  
  There is a Gate to Yushan above the city, the source for the large multitude of Gods and God-Blooded.
  
  
  Level of Mortal Power: 3 (1-5)
  
  
  Hun is in a state of near-constant threat from river pirates. One band, the Black Bloods, have staged raids against the regions often and have never been openly defeated. The gods protect the city, but cannot or will not guard the rest of the region. On land, roving bands of bandits steal food and pillage farming villages on a weekly basis, targetting those whose gods and soldiers are weak or absent.
  
  
  Local Geomancy: ??? (1-5)
  
  
  Strangely for a region so far East, the region has an abundance of Water manses, mostly of weak power. The geomancy is disrupted and shattered by the fusing of the rivers, resulting in many tiny shards of power pooling around the region. Nearly one in ten villages has a weak manse as the center, and Hun and Po have a dozen such manses.
  
  
  Local Exalts: ??? (1-5)
  
  
  The Red King, a ronin sidereal of Battles, has established a powerful phantom force in the region. Twisting soldiers into life out of Fate itself using lost, forbidden astrology, he attacks the powerful and flees from the weak in patterns that drive the wisest savants mad with confusion. None know how or why he does what he does, only that his actions have some purpose that is not in Mars's plan...
  
  
  Regional Economy: 3 (1-5)
  
  
  Hun's reliance on theotech wonders has made it largely independent, but it has few exports and resources other than the gold mines beneath the city, most of which goes to art for Po. Nathir is the de facto economic power of the region, hosting a former Guild Factor as their prince. It controls the flow of food and goods in the region with a masterful mix of economic incentives and military intervention.
  
  
  City Panopoly: 4 (1-5)
  
  
  Large central Manses, shard manses, artifacts, theotech.
  
  
  Favorability of Exalted: ??? (1-5)
  
  
  The scholars of Hun view the Exalted as intellectual curiosities to be debated endlessly, rather than any practical concern. The slaves of Po view the Exalted with a combination of hope and resentment. Resentment at seeing one lifted by grace to be forever above them, hope that someone may join their cause and give them strength.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Kaza’s Suggestions
  
  
  East:
  
  
  A)In the center stands a massive tree, whose size denies comprehension. The tree has long been hallowed out, and a dozen layers of the city dwell within it. The lower classes live in the massive roots, expanding out from the tree. The Harvesters are a caste of secretive thaumaturge-gardeners, who prevent the ever-living Tree from filling the central hole. The poor who live in the roots primarily farm and mine, harvesting the nutrients and food absorbed by the tree, while permitting enough through to feed their host. They also gather materials from around the roots, for the Tree seems attracted to minerals and gems for reasons unknown. Outside the three live the Ambassadors, druidic merchants who deal with the outside world, the men and beasts who live there. High above the interior city, a glowing seed hangs suspended in a web of Sap. There lives the Goddess of the Tree, who chooses the leader of the city by taking them as her mate. One year later, a god-blooded child is born who acts as High Priest. The union will bear no other children
  
  
  Women and Men are both chosen as leader, in approximately equ7al numbers. A child is produced either way
  
  
  B) Far below the East is a haven that has never seen the light of day. Separated from the surface by an impossible labyrinth, Haven is home to a strong, independent breed of mortal. Every child of the city is taught thaumaturgy, that they may slowly shape their subterranean home without fear of collapse. Their food stems from massive roots that plunge deep into their home, secreting a strange nectar that fulfills all of the body's needs. Occasionally, these roots will burrow into a sleeping mortal's body, resulting in them awakening with strange powers and no memory of their former self. The natives call this process "Chosen by Life" and revere them as prophets and priests
  
  
  C) In the far North, there lies the City of Winds. Fierce winds howl through the city at all times, shaped by the valleys around the town. The noise is so great that all speech is drowned out while outdoors. Instead, all outdoor communication is handled by way of musical instruments, whose sound pierces the strange winds as though they weren't there. They have developed an intricate language of music. Unknowingly, the music is an ancient ritual designed to keep a powerful Behemoth who sleeps beneath the city dormant. Should the music ever stop, the beast would awaken and consume them all
  
  
  D) Also in the North: The Dreamcloud. A magical cloud that men may walk and even build upon, high above the ground. Other than by airship, the only way to reach the city is by praying to the city god and then entering a deep dream. The God will approach you in the dream and whisk you away to the city in exchange for one week of dreams. To get down, one must bury oneself in the Cloud for a day and a night, which results in you falling as a raindrop upon the land below. The highest caste in the city are weather mages and storm-born godbloods, who steer the mighty cloud through their prayers and magic. The city is treated as a free trade zone, as it is nearly impossible to control from the ground and so is free of the influence of the Haslanti League and other land-based nations. The League barely tolerates the city as a useful tool, but seeks a way to conquer it with their mighty fleets
  
  
  E) Within the endless Mists of Yana lies a city of dreams and gods. Those who enter the mist with noble hearts and intentions find their way to the Faithful Sanctum, a majestic city of domed temples and majestic waters. Here, the land and people are carefully managed by the Fivefold Lords, a band of gods who are woven into the very fabric of the city itself. While none speak to them directly, every prayer is answered. Here, the true faithful live blessed lives, and command minor miracles as a matter of daily life. The people are scholarly and reserved, living lives of quiet contemplation and prayer. They live in wordless fear of those they call The Dreamwalkers, outsiders whose will is powerful enough to force their way into the City without faith in the gods. The Dreamwalkers command no miracles, but can unweave the magic of the gods by their very presence
  
  
  Unknown to the Denizens of the City, those who enter the mists without sufficient faith or will are rerouted to a nightmarish slave pen, where their constant forced prayers and sacrifices fuel the power required by the City. Some scholars suspect the truth, but remain silent out of theological fear and guilt
  
  
  F)At the point where the Yellow and Sandy rivers merge lay the twin cities of Hun and Po. Hun is a shining city of grand domes and sparkling waters, framed against a majestic waterfall that forms a minor third river before joining with the others. On this river live the upper class and the "clean" lower class of the cities. Merchants, priests, noblemen all make their home in dreamy luxury. Prayer powers a series of advanced artifacts that make life in Hun idyllic, a callback to a forgotten age of decadence. Certain lower class individuals are carefully chosen and ritually cleansed to carry out the few manual tasks still required.
  
  
  Below Hun lies Po, the city of base urges and darkness. Here live the pitiful, resentful masses who make Po possible. Their mandated prayers power those above, and they are banned from viewing the light of day. The dark god of this city draws power from their misery, yet feels a form of abusive love for his subjects. While he is bound to serve his shining brother above, deep within his mind he is planning a way to reverse the current situation, so that the masses may rule the elite.
  
  
  Hun is characterized by high domes, elaborate arches and architecture and structures built atop floating platforms on the river. Its citizens are scholars, philosophers and thaumaturges. They never pray in person, instead commanding a servant to do so for them. They consider actual prayer to be crass and low status. Hun is overseen by the god Arcoi, a shining figure in white robes who walks among his chosen people, discussing lofty ideas with them.
  
  
  Po is build on the top of a massive lava chamber, reaching deep under the ground. The buildings hang from the top of the chamber like enormous stalactites, and people cross between buildings on narrow, treacherous stone paths. The citizens of Po are kept subjugated by the dangerous Lartore, the dark brother of Arcoi.
  
  
  TWIF’s Suggestions:
  
  
  Arcanum; the Heart of the Sea, lies hidden beneath the waves; A colossal stalagmite structure, rises from the seafloor, rooted indefatigably in the ancient stone. Clad in shimmering blue metal and wreathed in coral, currents are guided to and from like ephemeral veins of water, pumping the lifeblood of the sea in patient, rhythmic harmony. Above the waves, a lie stands watch over this seaborne citadel; The Hub.
  
  
  The Hub is a titanic ring of docks, towers and warehouses. The original construction was a clean, symmetrical structure, since expanded upon by countless rambling jetties and docks, all clinging like parasites to the Old Hub. It is one of the largest trading centers of the west, partially because of the currents that are drawn to Arcanum.
  
  
  In the center of The Hub lies a sheltered lagoon of peaceful water. It is a fifty-foot pane, barring the gates of Arcanum. The Hub’s government is managed entirely by Arcanites, who use the Hub and its government to trade and tax whilst retaining complete secrecy.
  
  
  To bring goods or travel up and down from Arcanum, one must simply step onto the water of the lagoon, and he will sink beneath the waves, to find himself in Arcanum. This, however, only works if one believes that it will happen, otherwise, he will simply fall into the calm water and find himself struggling to resist a powerful undertow that brings many a treasure hunter or adventurer to their deaths, searching for the legendary lost city of Arcanum.
  
  
  In the City of Arcanum itself, the world altogether becomes alien. Here, water flows uphill to the roof of the city, where its flows form the currents that give The Hub its name. Old Realm Runes inscribed in the dark rocks belie the ancient power of this place. Currents of water that does not wet clothes or wood or other goods carry passengers and cargo to and from the lagoon above. The place is dominated by a mile-wide rift in the stone that drives so deep into the earth that the ground below cannot be seen from the Atrium.
  
  
  Streams of water flow up from the base of the city along streets, and even straight up through the rift. Surrounding The Rift are concentric rings, each serving a different purpose. The innermost is a meeting ground, Here, there are great and ancient temples to some long-forgotten gods, some long remembered. The Priests come and go, managing these temples, preparing orations, studying literature and writing and performing theatre and poetry. There are bustling markets and trade zones here, and on some levels, sprawling parks too exist to tempt yet a few souls to enjoy the fair sights and smells.
  
  
  Outside of this are many homes and places of essential function; it is known as the Praefecturam Essentia. The greater mass of the population live, work, sweat, and die here. There are apartments, markets, gardens, factories, and many other items so typically associated with normal life.
  
  
  Beyond this, at the edges of the city, where lights dim and the water flows thicker, like the blood of the city, are the places of true power. Ancient Manse-Temples, factories, and magical essence lines, all connected to the Central Manse at the very base of the city.
  
  
  The People of Arcanum are all changed by constant life in the influence of such strong essence. The common mutations engender those born here to a Caste system. Those most human of them are the Dynion, with pale skin, muted, flat noses, webbed hands and feet, and gills below the jaw. They are trained in crafts, thaumaturgy, and geomancy, to take care of the city. They are divided by which craft they undertake.
  
  
  The Offeiriaid are the Priest-Judges, they carefully tend to the cities needs and judge disputes or breakages of the law. They are all powerful Thaumaturgies. They have hairless heads, blue, squamous skin, and fin-like growths for ears, and along the arms and legs. They are all male.
  
  
  The Myrmidons are warriors and guardians who keep the peace. They are strong, and possess ophidian lower bodies. They are all female.
  
  
  The Ruler of the city is selected as the Favored of the Goddesses’ husbands.
  
  
  Kaji’s Suggestion:
  
  
  On the banks and surface of the mighty Yanaze river lays a great and wonderful city of the Gods. The domes of the cities mighty basilica rise high into the sky as if reaching out to touch the stars themselves. The city is built near a waterfall that feeds the city and graceful pleasure palaces straddle the fall, enjoying the coolness they bring in the hot summers and the spectacular view offered. The streets are broad and bedecked in flowers and fountains, with the smell of perfume and the sound of prayer in the air. The people of this land are proud and pious, for their faith is what sustains them. Prayer and the gods power nearly all devices in the city, be they prayer transceivers that carry news or the god cannons at the harbor that defend from rapacious invaders. The gods are present in all things in this land.
  
  
  Working City:
  
  
  On the banks and surface of the mighty Yanaze river lays a great and wonderful city of the Gods. The domes of the cities mighty basilica rise high into the sky as if reaching out to touch the stars themselves. The city is built near a waterfall that feeds the city and graceful pleasure palaces straddle the fall, enjoying the coolness they bring in the hot summers and the spectacular view offered. The streets are broad and bedecked in flowers and fountains, with the smell of perfume and the sound of prayer in the air. The people of this land are proud and pious, for their faith is what sustains them. Prayer and the gods power nearly all devices in the city, be they prayer transceivers that carry news or the god cannons at the harbor that defend from rapacious invaders. The gods are present in all things in this land.
  
  
  Arcanum hides beneath; A colossally hollow stalagmite structure, rises from the bedrock below, rooted indefatigably in the ancient stone. Clad in earth and wreathed in ancient, petrified roots.
  
  
  Beneath the peaceful lie above is the true power of this place. Here is where all the negative energy of the city flows. Passing through the waterfall with fervent belief that one will arrive in Arcanum, they will find themselves on the first level of the city. This will only come to be if one believes that it will happen, otherwise, he will simply fall into a cold and unforgiving torrent; struggling to resist a the brutal flows that bring many a treasure hunter or adventurer to their deaths, searching for the legendary lost city of Arcanum.
  
  
  In the City of Arcanum itself, the world altogether becomes alien. Here, water flows uphill to the roof of the city, where it meets with the flows of the fall; dark, and thick, like the sap of the ancient petrified roots that wrap around the colossal hollow in the earth. Old Realm Runes inscribed in the dark rocks belie the ancient power of this place. Currents of water that does not wet clothes or wood or other goods carry passengers and cargo to and from the lagoon above. The place is dominated by a mile-wide rift in the stone that drives so deep into the earth that the ground below cannot be seen from the Atrium; just a faint, red glow.
  
  
  Streams of water flow up from the base of the city along streets, and even straight up through the rift. Surrounding The Rift are concentric rings, each serving a different purpose. The innermost is a meeting ground, Here, there are great and ancient temples to some long-forgotten gods, some long remembered. The Priests come and go, managing these temples, preparing orations, studying literature and writing and performing rituals and prayers. There are bustling markets and trade zones here.
  
  
  Outside of this are many homes and places of essential function; it is known as the Praefecturam Essentia. The greater mass of the population live, work, sweat, and die here. There are apartments, markets, gardens, factories, and many other items so typically associated with normal life.
  
  
  Beyond this, at the edges of the city, where lights dim and the dark, musky sap flows thicker, like the blood of the city, are the places of true power. Ancient Manse-Temples, factories, and magical essence lines, all connected to the Central Manse at the very base of the city.
  
  
  The People of Arcanum are all changed by constant life in the influence of such strong essence. The common mutations engender those born here to a Caste system. Those most human of them are the Dynion, with pale skin, muted, flat noses, and pubescent flesh, with leaves and bark for hair. They are trained in crafts, thaumaturgy, and geomancy, to take care of the city. They are divided by which craft they undertake.
  
  
  The Offeiriaid are the Priest-Judges, they carefully tend to the cities needs and judge disputes or breakages of the law. They are all powerful Thaumaturgies. They have hairless heads, faintly dark and woody, squamous skin, and bloom, and along the arms and legs. They are all male.
  
  
  The Myrmidons are warriors and guardians who keep the peace. They are strong, and possess ophidian lower bodies. They are all female.
  
  
  

 

[The Dark Wizard]

Glorious.

 

[The Dark Wizard]

Interested in a Lunar. Time wise this mostly works but is a bit early for me. I can probably reliably do 7:30est.

That's fair. I haven't decided on a chara. An Infernal certainly, but I might change it up later. But I will wait to see who you kidnap for your cruel experiments first before heavily aligning any concept. xD

Ooh, very interesting setting stuff there! I've got a Sidereal of Secrets concept bouncing around, a guild bureaucrat who will be very quick to take issue with the fate of the Sidereal exalts.
Hmm, if the Mask has been repaired, is Arcane Fate gone entirely, or does that contraption apply to all Sidereals, not just the ones who own it?

[QUOTE="Thief of Words]Wait...a societal level game? Any chance I could play either an eclipse caste or an Infernal?

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[QUOTE="Tribute of a Dark Heart]I would love to be wait listed, please .
I was thinking an Infernal who inherits her exaltation from a former Infernal who was on the path of the Devil-Tiger. The former exaltation had achieved Swallowing the Scorpion, but no other charms along the path (This way she is a renegade, that never had a Yozi direct the exaltation to a new host).


The inheritor would be from the Dwelling of the Serpents who Walk Like Men. Probably a Fiend, but I'm open to other options.

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I would also love to be wait listed.
My initial concept is a Snake themed Lunar, but I am willing to play whatever.

Hey ladies and gents. Just to make sure I have my waitlist up to date, are you all still interested in being waitlisted?


Also anyone interested in watching tomorrow's can come in at 7 pm eastern.


Lady Octavia one of the last of her house with help of her other exalted comrades has merged 100 legions into the first great hunt(Holy Crusade style) to go invade thorns and capture the city before moving unto the underworld to prevent the Mask of Winter's ritual that involves completing the scarlet empress deathlord's form.

 

[Myllinnia]

Yes I'm still cool in being on the waitlist. ^^

 

[Unbridled Originality]

Hmm, I might want to get on that waitlist. I've been wanting to play a Lunar based off a rabbit.