Hotuko
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Seeing if people would be interested in this idea. Would run this in Exalted (with Heroic Mortals at first) if I was more comfortable with the system. But every time I get use to it, my players throw something at me that throws my comfort out the window again.
The mutliverse, a vast place of lands and planes unexplored and explored, of demons and angels walking hand in hand, of the common and exotic in one place at once. A place of extensive wonder and awe to anyone that hails from the Prime Material or any Material planes.
How could anything go wrong with such a place? Hmm, well...
You have lived your entire life on a Material plane, living in a small town heavy with humans, half-elves, and the lording Rakshasa that demanded the loyalty of their lessers. It could be said to have been a peaceful life, serving the Rakshasa, but a life of slavery when they weren't pleased.
But then an event happened, an event so surprising that even the Rakshasa were shocked. A woman walked into town, clad in a simple white dress and red sash, with ears like a wolf, demanding that the Rakshasa swear themselves to her and her cause. Such an act and out in the open left many of the people of the town shocked and utterly confused. Who is this woman and what power does she command that she would make such a demand from Rakshasa of all creatures?
The answers came swiftly as Rakshasa and their most powerful slaves assaulted the woman, intending to kill her or drive her from their lands.
Who was she? A woman of power, a power beyond what the masters of the town held sway over. Why did she make such a demand? As the Rakshasa that attacked her fell, a cadre of soldiers rode in, holding a banner of white with wide crimson circles linking with each other. As the soldiers came in close, the woman spoke to the entire crowd and to the non-Rakshasa. Her voice as pure as snow, as quiet as hunting cat and just loud enough to be heard throughout the town.
“I am Lady Amat, I come into this village to lay the roots of my empire. An empire that will span multiple planes within this mutliverse. Here I claim the founding of the Manath. If any of you wish otherwise, speak now and leave. If any of you wish to become my Heralds entrusted with expanding my domain, walk forward and accept the training needed to start bringing the other local communities to my banner.â€
You and several others step forward soon, your Lady desires Heralds and you shall serve.
The mutliverse, a vast place of lands and planes unexplored and explored, of demons and angels walking hand in hand, of the common and exotic in one place at once. A place of extensive wonder and awe to anyone that hails from the Prime Material or any Material planes.
How could anything go wrong with such a place? Hmm, well...
You have lived your entire life on a Material plane, living in a small town heavy with humans, half-elves, and the lording Rakshasa that demanded the loyalty of their lessers. It could be said to have been a peaceful life, serving the Rakshasa, but a life of slavery when they weren't pleased.
But then an event happened, an event so surprising that even the Rakshasa were shocked. A woman walked into town, clad in a simple white dress and red sash, with ears like a wolf, demanding that the Rakshasa swear themselves to her and her cause. Such an act and out in the open left many of the people of the town shocked and utterly confused. Who is this woman and what power does she command that she would make such a demand from Rakshasa of all creatures?
The answers came swiftly as Rakshasa and their most powerful slaves assaulted the woman, intending to kill her or drive her from their lands.
Who was she? A woman of power, a power beyond what the masters of the town held sway over. Why did she make such a demand? As the Rakshasa that attacked her fell, a cadre of soldiers rode in, holding a banner of white with wide crimson circles linking with each other. As the soldiers came in close, the woman spoke to the entire crowd and to the non-Rakshasa. Her voice as pure as snow, as quiet as hunting cat and just loud enough to be heard throughout the town.
“I am Lady Amat, I come into this village to lay the roots of my empire. An empire that will span multiple planes within this mutliverse. Here I claim the founding of the Manath. If any of you wish otherwise, speak now and leave. If any of you wish to become my Heralds entrusted with expanding my domain, walk forward and accept the training needed to start bringing the other local communities to my banner.â€
You and several others step forward soon, your Lady desires Heralds and you shall serve.
