Nightmares of the Third Age

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Edit: Yes, yes I did. U mad bro?

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A little, but not really. I had this whole captain Ahab thing going with my guy and the Leviathan. Bah, now I have to rewrite that part.
 
You don't? I was certain Abyssals, Alchemicals, and Infernals all shared the Out of Fate thing.
 
Myllinnia said:
You don't? I was certain Abyssals, Alchemicals, and Infernals all shared the Out of Fate thing.
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Nope, Abyssals are weird like that. They are inside Fate somewhat, but their destinies can also be read in the stars of the Underworld.
 
[QUOTE="Seeker of the End]I can rewrite it if you want. I'll just mention that I saw it and am currently searching for it.

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Eh, it's 1 am and I on my second day without sleep. It's probably not as cool as I think it is at the moment. Don't worry about it.
 
I only think this is so, is because all three involved splats are not Creation Centered. Each are outside of the Loom's influence.


*Bah... goes to re-read a book for a splat that I should be posting for in another game. ><*
 
Myllinnia said:
I only think this is so, is because all three involved splats are not Creation Centered. Each are outside of the Loom's influence.
*Bah... goes to re-read a book for a splat that I should be posting for in another game. ><*
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It makes sense to have Abyssals out of fate, but there's a whole thread in the WW forums regarding it. Long story short, they are still alive and not fully of Creation or the Underworld, hence why they're outsiders in both worlds, purposefully made so that they will want to destroy both and throw everything into the void.
 
I'd argue the point but my interest wanes, and matters none to me one way or another. xD But I recall this: Abyssals give up their destinies and fate. Alive half or not, they did consign their dead threads to oblivion, along with their names. But then I'm talking 2e. Contradictory is in its veins. xD


Edit: Considering I know the OP of that thread I give the point to sir Lord-Leafar. xD
 
They give up their names, not their fate or destinies. Completely different things. But anyways, it matters little as I'll be the only one dealing with it in game, I'll find you the official page where it states they are inside Fate if you like when I'm much more awake.
 
Nah its fine. I could have sworn fluff wise one of the things the Deathlords have them consign to Oblivion was Fate, Name, and Desire for Life. I'll read the book, but thread you posted mentions a charm that removes an Abyssal from Fate for a scene. So ya...
 
Yeah, there are a few charms that say they render the Abyssal out of fate for a scene or such, stealth and sail come to mind, meaning they aren't normally out of fate.
 
Aaaand I'm caught up.


The question of solars was raised, so let me clarify that my character is a Dawn caste. Heavy on melee and sorcery with side-ordere of virtue-boostig Integrety, Performance, Athletics, Resistance and War. If I have enough charms and BPs for it.


She's also a spear-fighter which could go well with or cut into your thematics, Lord-Leafar, depending on the point og view.
 
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“I have watched you, young one. From the very first steps you took to the day you challenged a Fae noble to a dance duel and won, I have watched you. Every escape attempt, every beating for insubordination, my hand was holding yours. Now, I am here with you to grant you the gift of Exaltation.
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"It would have killed you to give it to me before the beatings and the rapes?"
 
Thank you. I could see her going the Abyssal route, too, but Luna got there first.
 
Unusual Chara Background time. I have the basic one which covers well most important things.

Syrenica was an orphan thief discarded and left to die after a failed attempt to get food at one of City of Steel Lotus’ markets. She was only eight at the time, hardly able to understand why she was in pain, miserable, and hungry. Confusion was hers until a woman and two men found her. They were different and strange but their alluring power drew her to them and they trained her to be better. She knew not why, but they explained that the world was broken, its people cruel, she would be their instrument to purify the world. Syrenica was surprising good at this, as long as they fed and clothed her she would steal and gather information. She did not care that her information killed someone, it was not her doing the killing and she rarely knew it was happening.


Eventually she blossomed and she could not sneak as well as before, but this didn’t matter to her masters. They trained her in other ways. To dance, to seduce, to lead astray, these skills and more were taught me. She noticed a change though in the way the masters looked at her, but she ignored it, afraid that if she were to say anything she would be alone again. Eventually they proudly exclaimed that it was time to grant her new skills and power, but to do so she would have to go their Manse deep in the Southwest. She didn’t complain and left with them, and at the manse her life was destroyed. Her masters were Solars, and one a Twilight Genesis master at that. He was commissioned to create of Syrenica a new serpent girl, by the Dawn Adamant Mountain who had a harem of already.


Revealing themselves as well as their intent to Syrenica did its damage, doubt and fear raced through her, and she knew that if she didn't act soon she would become that which she should not. But she reasoned that if she remained, she would not be abandoned. It was clear that she was wanted. When they cast her to a mass of writhing metal tentacles she was shattered and the sorrow of the past eight years ago rushed at her before the darkness engulfed her. The frightening living machine changed her in the most painful of ways for a few days it worked on her, and when it was done and Solar magic was used to heal the operated and changed parts she was cast into a room to awake and recall her misery and pain. A demon capitalized her on this and offered her the exaltation in a subtle way, worming and working her way, while undermining all the defenses the girl may have left. After a few days she took the offered chance and exalted as a Malefactor. With her solar masters leaving her to the administrations of the harem, Syrenica plotted the demise of her master and his friends. Syrenica wanted to see them die, for she no longer needed anyone. She was her own mistress!


In the following month she tricked and deceived her solar masters, and one by one she slew them, her serpent body helping her to crush and smother the life of all of them. Once she had allowed them each the final moments she left the manse and had it destroyed.


In Malfeas Syrenica quickly learned her role. She knew her place and with the power granted her she held her loyalty. But born in her heart from the time of her exaltation was a desire, a powerful greed that was filling her demonically influenced heart. She wanted riches, silks, slaves, and fine foods, and while the Reclamation wanted her to corrupt and taint the social and religious structures in An Teng the threat of the Silver Prince became more pressing of an issue. With She Who Lives In Her Name’s guidance and her own chosen and demons, with Kimbery’s Lintha the Infernal host struck at the Silver Prince’s hateful land. But before they could, Syrenica was sent to learn all she could of the Silver Prince. Her former training at the fore, she found him hard to understand and deal with, but also a threat to her ability to work. Still he was unaware that she was an Infernal and not a Lunar’s beastman. She snuck around his place and found the location of Island 5. She stole any information she could, and sabotaged the island defenses as best as she could. She was caught however and tortured by the Silver Prince, but she resisted while her Demonic Familiar Sukari spy worked to further undermine the Prince's defenses and then signal the fleets handing over the information Syrenica had gathered.


She remained chained and bound while the Silver Prince left to deal with the Infernal host that was attacking. For a while she remained too, using her tail to dangle the keys to the clasps that bound her before her. Once she freed herself she opened the door for other Infernals like her. A year back she has unlocked the secrets of Tiger and Phoenix, and had writ her legend into the very foundations of the Universe. No others knew of this even her Yozi patrons were uncertain of what has transpired with her. But her time was to come. As her fellow DTs stormed the fortress the Silver Prince found himself outnumbered and out powered. His Abyssals were out dealing the Infernal Host, and he was now pressed with a handful of Devil Tigers. They fell upon him, every power, every spell, every attack both new and old cutting and slicing him, while Syrenica employed weakening strikes. He could not flee, he was trapped. For a week the fight went on, the Devil Tigers stood proudly before a defeated Silver Prince, countless Infernal weapon jutting from his battered and broken form. To Kill the Unkillable, like her fellows she had learned to forge of their exaltation a weapon to slay that which could not be killed. Once his shattered form tumbled from the tower, his body fading into the necrotic essence of the Underworld, the battle was over, the Silver Princes fleet seriously damaged, his Abyssals captured or missing, his Island theirs.


Syrenica has not stayed though, recently she had severed her Exaltation from Lillun, declaring her dissatisfaction with the Reclamation and Yozi’s ill-fated plans. The yozi have let her be as she joins a group of Exalts who want one thing, fun, adventure, and well of course keeping Creation free of its enemies. If nothing else she has the opportunity to find a place all her own, to gather her treasures, her riches, and her power at. But for now she will entertain and provide information to the free and fun Creation based Exalts.


And a Story that talks about her exaltation.






Long ago I was consigned to death in the streets of the City of Steel Lotus. No parents, no one to love me, and no way to get food. I was found by three people who I consider as gods, they fed me and granted me skills to sneak unseen, to steal unnoticed, to hug the shadows as if they were my own. They gave me these gifts and I was good at with them. I was trained to dance, to lead astray, and doom, but I only cared about the dances, and the admiration. When I grew older, this was more than I wanted, to dance, to eat, to be free and enjoy a life of simple pleasures. Eventually the simple pleasures were not enough. I wanted more. Jewelry, dresses, spices, and wines, they gave me fans to join my knives, and my beauty and form was the most eye catching. I was taught to seduce and trick when power would not avail me.


When my sixteenth year came and I was to join the masters I was excited. I would know what they do, I would see their power, and what wondrous things they would make. They brought me to their manse in the Southwest and my life would change for the second time here. The manse was scary, dark and foreboding, with its five curving spires looking like a diamond shaped maw that was closed. I followed them, I trusted them. Oh gods, I trusted them. Inside the manse I felt the pulse of something living, the ground was moist under my bare feet, and the humid air made my clothes cling to my well-endowed curvaceous form. They were silent and I followed by my eyes followed the passageway that curved down and inward as if it were some living tube of flesh, life blood, and meat. The scent was atrocious worse than most dungeons were, but I still followed, and every step weakened my resolve and dimmed my excitement. I had heard stories of people who sacrifice virgin girls to dark gods, was this my fate, to be saved from death only to have my body and soul violated and consumed by some dark and evil god of the land. I almost bolted with that thought, but I trusted them, this was no trap I told myself. Finally we came to a large room, larger than room of any mansion I have been to. The ground was made of metal, and the walls were of the same living flesh.


“Syrenica, we will gift you with something new. You will enjoy it,” the woman who had raised me to this day said with her sweet tone. I trusted them so much, but doubts were growing. They lead me to the center of the room and they were silent. Her hand was against my back a reassuring feeling. Finally they stopped me at the heart of the room, or rather at the edge, a circle was etched in the wall, and a hole was in very center, a hole that I could put a hand in.


“Now Syrenica, what is going to happen will be scary, but you have to be strong, this is for you darling,” one of the men said his look kind and gentle. How could I trust them? They fed and clothed me, granted me skills and knowledge. They were my family. Not like that woman that had abandoned me all those years ago, not that like man that had disappeared from my life going to some distant land.


“I, I trust you. You are my gods. You won’t let anything hurt me if it wasn’t meant to help me right.”


The woman smiles and runs her hands through waist length hair. “Yes Syrenica.”


“We are starting,” a new voice said from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. “You always have the sexy ones for the scale don’t you Adamant Mountain?”


The three turn to a spot at the north end where the soft gleam of glass sat. “Of course Radiant Fires, she will be the best one yet. Come, we can watch from the observation windows.” He turned to me and nodded. “Do well, your life counts on it.”


Something about the way he said that made my heart skip a beat and my blood run cold. It was his eyes I realized, full of ambition and cruelty. Why did I not notice it before? I could still run, the door out was still open. I could maybe even return to Steel Lotus and tell the guards there that something unholy happens here. I looked to their backs as they walked away talking amongst themselves. My heart pounded heavily in my chest and I looked to the windows then the door, all I had to do was run, no pain if I ran. I had the skills, I had the ability. I could live on my own!


“I don’t want to be alone,” the words came unbidden from my lips. I look to the trio as they near the door and raise my voice. “I don’t…”


“What is it dear,” the woman asks with a look of concern on her face, but her smile was wrong. I could shout it… but I couldn’t. I didn’t want anything more to change. I wanted to go back to what we had before. All the laughing, all the joys, all the tears, and pains and bandages, I wanted those days back. Eight years, was it all a lie?


“N, nothing,” my voice cracks with fear. She shakes her head and they reach the door, my legs are frozen where they remain. Adamant Mountain, a big man, with large muscles and a sharp mind turned to me and smirked, upon his head was strange symbol glowing golden. And I realized then, that he was an Anathema, a demon that looked like a human. When did this change? I look to the window and then back to the door as it closed with a finality that made me fall to my knees. They had always been this way… always.


Suddenly the voice returned to the room. “Girl, turn away from the center and do not look back.” With tears in my eyes I do as I’m told. The floor rumbles softly and I stiffen, I feel a harsh warm blast of air rush up my legs and against my back, blowing aside my sweat damp hair. Then something roars loudly and I sense something behind me rise from the now open hole. I gasp as something wet falls on me and I turn to see to my horror a bunch of writhing pulsing metallic tubes. With a cry I bolt to the closed door but before I can get far several grab my legs and I find myself dangling over the center hole. A large tube rises and opens showing its slimy wet darkness to me.


“Please! Let me go! I’ll do anything,” I beg as I stare at the darkness with fear I turn my eyes to the window and see four people watching me and at their side was two women with scales on their arms and body, and the lower body of a snake. Demure and passive, they didn’t even watch as I was lowered towards the rising tube. “…anything…” With a sharp cry I am dropped flailing into the middle tube and slowly slide down into the darkness. I feel something sharp strike me and before long my cries and movement silence as I disappear into the darkness of the Manse.


When I awake, and waking is painful, I am strung up on a wall, my hands and arms pulled up above me and bound, a metal clasp holds my neck and my waist. Breathing is hard, and my body is wet with sweat. I’m without clothes, and my head hums and whispers at me.


Coward.


I wince at the unspoken words and new tears touch my indigo eyes.


Always alone.


I shiver and shake my head the whispers becoming insistent and louder. My eyes fall to my legs, or what would have been legs. I had a snake’s body, the scales a dark indigo blue, scattering of blacker scales marked me around my waist and my arms.


Powerless, scared, alone, little girl, who will soon to be a mindless slave, for the sun-kings of old. New tears joined in and I sobbed broken heartedly.


It doesn’t have to be this way, you have fire, determination, they purposefully sabotaged your heart to fail. Your parents abandoned you. The world hates you. But, it doesn’t have to be this way. It can change, just call my name, Xy’Veria, and I will give you the ability to redefine the world that scorns you.


I cried the rest of that day, until I was released, but the whisper’s voice echoed in my head with its promise. The woman that had raised me smiled and prepared me, those slaves of Adamant Mountain taught me to use my new form in the dances. They had no will anymore, the lived only to please Adamant Mountain. I had to change something soon, or soon only Adamant Mountain would be my world. I wanted more. I had always wanted more. But… maybe alone I would forever be.


That night after a painful and long exercise of dancing and training in the arts of pleasure, I slithered into my room and in my tears I called to the name, hoping beyond all hope that it wasn’t my mind playing tricks on me. A creature of demonic beauty stepped before me, with wings and tail, graceful horns and seductive lips with enticing eyes.


“You called, you are wise to accept the gift I am about to give. I demanded you, you see. Your strength of will still strong despite all the abandonments and betrayals you have endured. You have survived the warping of your form and your heart desires so many of the prettiest things.” She flicked back strands of black hair. “Now I will grant you power, when you are released from it, you will have to deal with your former masters.”


The demoness embraces me and I close my eyes a sense of security held in those warm arms. In mere moments I fall into a deep slumber, and outside of my body curled up in the fetal position was a diamond made of breathing living metal-flesh. For five days I slept while things greater than I worked to improve my form. I Exalted and I felt the power running through me, when I broke free of my Chrysalis Grotesque I found Adamant Mountain’s slave squirming in pain before me, a smile touches my lips and I knew what punishments I would inflict on my former masters.


If I feel up to it, a second story will tell of the adventure she has with the Silver Prince.


Suggestions to improve it will be handy but not necessary no? ^^
 
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Wow that's a lot of posting...hold on let see:


MaHaSuchi's700: I'll need to look through them. I let you know.


WarDragon: Default Solar Hero style, The first nation that came into contact with creation for the Alchemicals, TAW are fun but well, considering the high level play, personally, I think regular lunar chams work better in high essence games.


Seeker of the End: Removing the CoD label would be more like a quest than a charm. Convincing the UCS to remove the label could be an epic motivation in the game or goal. Like it was mentioned before, you will have powerful viziers and solars on your side, with the Gold Faction being in power in the celestial bureau, getting an audience with the UCS could be a possibility if you work at it.
 
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