[The Lawgivers] PRELUDE: The City of Glass

Takeno


As the young abysall heard the sound of bones cracking under his ferocious blows and the rider fell from his mount, dead before hitting the sand, he felt revitalised, as if his strikes drained the life force out of this bandit and replenished his own essence reserves. Before having enough time to take a breath though he was under attack from three bandits simultaneously. His previous overextension as well as his inexperience in such encounters, as well as his momentary lapse in attention to observe his comrade's killing strikes nearby, rendered his defences inadequate and left him open to the bandit attacks.


Two out of the three attacks managed to bypass his defences and their curved swords slashed at him. The first hit luckily one of the strongest parts of his buff jacket and did not manage to penetrate the thick fabric, but the second one slashed deeply and seemed as if it would score a considerable wound in Takeno's ribs. Yet the young exalt, even though fresh and inexperienced in how best to utilise his essence, still managed to call upon the dark energies of his exaltation. As if hardened by his essence, his whole frame was reinforced at once, absorbing the brunt of the strike, while in a moment he felt his skin hardening like ivory and his bones turn into unbreakable steel, shrugging off effortlessly the attempts of the bandits to wound him.


He turned to face them all at once and a grin could be seen across his face as he addressed them in a mocking tone, clenching his fists, in preparation of unleashing his onslaught.


"Three on one? And still can't pull it off? Not as favorable odds, as you thought eh? My turn now".


With that, Takeno erupted into action, his movements faster than the eye could catch, as he went forth to deliver three blows, with the intention to devastate his attackers. Darting forth, he attempted to strike the first bandit in the groin, to incapacitate him. Then, slipping between the other two, he lowered his stance to strike at the second one's ribcage with enough force to hopefully shatter it, and finally turned to the third one, rising in the blink of an eye to his full height to deliver what should be a devastating uppercut to his jaw.

Activating Ravaging Blow to supplement each of the 3 attacks [6m total from personal pool]


Willpower 7/7


Essence: Personal 10/16 Peripheral 31/37


Health levels:


-0 [ ]


-1 [ ][ ]


-2 [ ][ ]


-4 [ ]


-X [ ]


Defenses


Dodge DV 3


Parry DV 7


Soak: 7B/5L [with Exceptional Buff Jacket]


EDIT: Successes on attacks:


1st: 6


2nd: 7


3rd: 7


Note: Due to Ravaging Blow, extra successes (those that exceed the target's DV, if any) are counted twice for the purpose of determining raw (pre-soak) damage. Each strike also strips up to 3 motes, but never more than the actual health levels damaged (if any) on the target.


Defence


I will probably try to initially stunt and improve my Parry DV to enhance my chance to deflect any incoming attacks. If any overcome my DV, then I'll most likely utilise one or both of the previously used Resistance charms to emerge unscathed.
 
"Oh no no no no no!" This was not happening, he would not allow this stupid contraption to endanger the lives of innocent people! Making a rapid scan of the controls, he looked for something that resembled either a method to warn people to get out of the way (such as a horn) or some manner of maneuvering the device to avoid a crash. Ideally both.


OOC


Same roll as before: Int 4 + Lore 5 = 9 dice to help with manipulating First Age tech. Spending a willpower for an automatic success, bringing me to 6+1 successes, 7 total.
 
Mist looked at the bandits attacking them and decided to take care of the bandits in the front first. He joined in the fight and executed a vertical slash on the belly of the first tribesman right next to Takeno, followed by a horizontal slash thinking that his two swords slashes would be enough to dispatch of the first guy. He was getting ready to fight the others.

-Attacking tribesman #2 with a flurry of 2 attacks, using 2m from personal pool for the Hungry tiger technique charm, extra successes count twice for purposes of raw dice damage. Weapon has a speed of 4.


Attack #1= 7 successes.


Attack #2= 3 successes.


Weapon details:


Slashing Sword , Spd 4, Acc+13, Dmg 6L, Defense+0, Rate 3


Defenses


Dodge DV 6 (-3) =3 (if an attack get past the dodge defense, he will use Shadow Over Water for 1m to bring back a dv of 6, for 1 mote from personal. Using dodge defense this round.)


Parry DV6 (-3) =3


Soak: 3B/1L


Health


-0 [ ]


-1 [ ][ ]


-2 [ ][ ]


-4 [ ]


-X [ ]


Mental Defenses


Dodge MDV 6


Virtues


Compassion ●●●


Conviction ●●


Temperance ●●


Valor ●●●


Virtue Flaw / Flawed Virtue: Red Rage of Compassion


Intimacies


Undermarket (-), Delzhan nobles (+), Dueling (+), Hunting (+), Beautiful women (+)


The Realm (-)


Willpower: 8


Essence


Permanent: ●●


Personal: 12/14


Peripheral: 31/31 + 0/10 (EGT)
 
Ajani swore at length again as he tried to direct more power to the train in an effort to assist in stopping it. He redirected 20% from the surveilence and pushed it into the train. Hundreds of people would die if that thing collided with the uninvolved populace. He scrambled on the controls, trying to find a way to assist in stopping the train. He had to do this, he couldn't just stand here while innocent people died and suffered. He had to do something!

Rolling Wits+Lore to figure out how to stop the train from where I am. Channeling Compassion with 1 WP. Rolling nine dice and scoring 9 sux.
 
Seeing them still coming a grin comes to the chieftains lips. His sword re-sheathes itself as he pulls his bow to send two more arrows out at the archers. Flowing like this is a mere exercise the arrows soar out. Even as he pivots on horse back his blade jumps back to his hand. The blade screaming out for blood. Against the first he knocks the blade to the side to take the mans head. Back beating to open up a seconds face. His horse twirls on the sand as he aims a blow at a thirds leg aiming to remove it and the man. To have the blade come up and impale a fourth.

6 action flurry


Dance to draw bow and fire two arrows spending 2m on each to add a total of 8 dice to both the pools. Bringing them to 13 and 12 respectively.


1m to switch back to his sword he attacks 4 times with it. Giving him a pool of 16/15/14/13 for each attack. (18 base + 6 from 1st excel - 8/9/10/11)


For defense 3rd excel for free to raise my DV to a 5. If they hit then 1m dipping Swallow raises DV to 11. If they still hit then let them bleed me.


1st archery - 5 successes


2nd archery - 8 successes


1st melee - 9 successes


2nd melee - 9 successes


3rd melee - 11 successes


4th melee - 4 successes


Sitting on 2/18 personal motes. Haven't touched my peripheral pool.
 
Dangerous Impact


The light shines into Layoro's eyes, for a fraction of a second he was blinded. What he saw before him is what Ms. Sarhee must have seen. The market was in full swing, being packed with the hustle and bustle of the middle of the day. Prior to the screams and torturous wails of woman and children, you can be sure it was a shining point of the city. However with the speed of the train, there were many who could not move their stalls in time. Orange carts, second age artifacts, and other bobbles were smashed into with an unstoppable force that was this train. Though Layoro's knowledge of First Age manufacturing was grand, he could not stop this train. Somehow he had enacted some sort of emergency thrust that kept the momentum up no matter what. It was an emergency escape mechanism in case of a cave-in in the tunnels or if the city was under attack. The digital displayed a city that was much different from his own, a bird's eye view of where the train was and where it was going. It seems it was destined to a location south that was... unreachable. A location that was currently taken by the Wyld. There was little time to appreciate this however as there was something horrifying on the rails. A small boy with a cone of ice cream stood there, shocked and not moving, staring down the last few moments of his life. A crying mother was starting to run towards the boy....


Oh Shit Button!


Ajani smashed the various holographic keys in a lucid speed he didn't fully understand. It was as if this was his own machine, that he was the one that created it originally. The trains movements could be tracked from a holographic map, various cameras were viewable to see what was going on. Ajani, seeing the small child leaped into action, swinging his fingers wildly he moves energy from the surveillance system to the train, but to his horror the train got faster! Finally and instinctively he shouted "STOP!" in Old Realm. Suddenly all the displays, all the essence lighting went dark.


Only one screen remained, it was the screen with the camera on the front of the train. It was staring down the pupils of a small boy. His face covered in shock and horror. The train had stopped.


Layoro, meanwhile, looked down seeing the boys ice cream had smooshed against the golden metal of the front of the train. It. Was. That. Close. The boys frantic mother came over, hugged and kissed him while dragging him off the rails.


A bunch of people, nobles and merchants alike, gathered around this huge train. Half of them furious yellowing and smashing against the unbreakable glass, others just simply onlooking. It seems like a riot from the destruction is beginning.
 
Crimson Sands


Takeno, Asad, and Mist all make quick work of their assailants. The power of the sun was in full swing with trails of light behind every strike of their blades. Whilst the souls of the damned came moaning through Takeno's soul at the same time. The remaining tribal men all fall to the ground in short order without being able to fight back. That is what happens when mere mortals attack a few Exalted. After all was said and done, all the men had on them were basic weapons and armor. Though there was one silhouette that did not come down from the sand dunes. It was an outline of a woman, her skin could barely be seen but it was a hue of an earth dragon-blood. Though she looked tribal in clothing and weathered by the south. She looked down in scorn before sinking into the sand and not returning. All of the men that were slain had the marking of a Desert Basilisk.


After some continuing travel the exalts finally make it to the location that they heard the prince was having his wedding. There were at least three hundred people there. There were different clothes being worn in three distinct ways. As the group approaches three guards walk up. Tattoos matching each of the three tribes. The middle man of the three says "Invitation?" in southern.
 
Layoro


"Okay, we've averted a catastrophe, now it's time for damage control." Even if he had a good excuse, he doubted that the Tri-Khan would appreciate a riot in his city. Steeling himself for what was to come, he stepped out of the train. "Thank goodness no one was hurt! When the Ratmen started up the train I knew I had to stop them!" He glanced over at Mis Sarhee, hoping she would back him up. Technically he wasn't sure how the train had started, but it seemed like a good idea to pin the blame on the Ratmen. "Please, help me get her home. She's been through a terrible ordeal and needs rest." If nothing else, he needed to convince them to channel that anger towards something more productive than a riot.

Charsima 5 + Presence 5 + 1st Excellency 5 for 15 dice. 3 More motes in Salmesmen Spirit doubles the successes.


15 dice rolled, 3 successes, Salesmen Spirit brings that to 6. The dice hate me.


Personal Motes: 11/19
 
Takeno


The young abysall sighed, as he relaxed from his Dark Messiah stance, letting the form dissipate as he controlled his breathing almost subconsciously, calming himself after the battle's sudden exertion. His eyes, still fixated on the Dragonblooded woman's figure, trailed her until she was lost in the sands, and Takeno could see no more of her. Checking the tattoos on the assailants, he let the others know of it, especially Asad, wondering what reason that tribe might have to stop them, and what the possibility of Dragonblooded involvement in this case could mean.


As they travelled to their destination, his mind wondered far away. They were going to attend a wedding, that much was certain. He remembered weddings in the Realm. Great affairs, magnificent decorations, amazing performances, filled with sentiment and joy. Younger as he was back then, those events tended to have a profound effect on him. Of course, he later understood that there was political maneuvering behind those arrangements as well, and that did take some of the magic of it, but certainly not all. He dreamt about the day that he could join his life with Earth Shattering Gaze, alas those dreams had thinned when he never received the blessing of the Dragons and had faded into nothingness, days ago, when the dreadful power of the Anathema embedded itself inside him, changing him to something else. Seeing as they were arriving though, Takeno tried his best to push away those thoughts and compose himself for the upcoming events. He was still worried though, since he could feel that the very aura that surrounded him, tended to upset even his loyal steed, a fine black horse, bred in the finest Realm stables, that Takeno had first met when he was a child. If it had such an effect on it, Takeno dreaded to think how strangers might react.


He greeted the tribe guards, with respect, composing himself as best he could.


"Greetings gentlemen. I am very glad to meet you. Me and my companions have travelled here to attend the wedding of the honourable Tri-Khan's son and prince. Actually, we are accompanying a leader of nomads", he said pointing to Asad, who looked quite imposing, clad in orichalcum, "and we also happen to bring news from the Prince's own father, the Tri-Khan of Chiaroscuro. Consider that we are His Highness's representatives for this wedding and you won't be far off".
 
Salesman Pitch


The crowd in general were enraged, but the rage turned to partial confusion and apathy when Layoro spoke. Though his words were not a poignant as he would like, no one was ultimately hurt. This didn't matter however as many times in the glass-city most care about the weight of jade over a persons life. Ms. Sarhee didn't seem to want to be involved, but said to Layoro while staying by his side "I'm fine, thanks to you. However I would like to stay by your side so that we can talk to the Tri-Khan together." after that she stood up so the crowd could see her. Just at this time one of the noble merchants started up "YOU OWE US!---" but immediately stopped after seeing Ms. Sarhee. At that moment the crowd parted like a tide to let them through. Most if not all nobles bowed their heads down to her and allowed the two to walk. After walking off the platform of the train, Layoro could notice that the train was hovering, not connected to the golden rails that lay flush with the red road.


Don't Shoot The Messenger


The tribal men, three separate in tribe stand there in disbelief at what they saw and heard. The front man did not hide his sneer, bring from the Inferno clan, same as the Tri-Khan's city counter part. He speaks in Realm, but with a heavy southern accent "You speak of the Tri-Khan here as if his name lifts a grain of sand from its dune. Heh.. There is no need for the fathers representatives here, why it was his father who had sent the tea to this party. We all saw how that turned out... You wish to poison us! Our ideals and the future of the South!" What Takeno said must have upset the man beyond his dark aura "If you wish to kill us, you do so on the sands of the south, not through cloak and dagger!"
 
"Of course, Ms. Sarhee. Please, allow me to escort you." He offered her his arm, both to keep a better hold on her in case of another attacker, and to reassure her that he wouldn't leave her.
 
Takeno


Hearing the man's comments, Takeno's face distorted visibly, the beauty of his alabaster skin threatening to break at any moment. He did not know that the Tri-Khan had attempted to poison those people, via the guise of a gesture of goodwill, if what they said was true. And he could not be certain that those people were telling the truth either. He had seen how the Tri-Khan's councellor acted, back in Chiaroscuro, and he wasn't sure that all the actions performed in the Tri-Khan's name, had actually the Tri-Khan's personal approval. Still, the man here seemed to deem Takeno and his companions responsible for that and he accused them of hostile intentions. Such slights against his honour weren't the best thing to do, if anyone wanted to win Takeno's favor, but in some twisted way, they seemed certain to attract his attention.


Taking a deep breath and feeling disgusted at the hot, stale southern air, the young abyssal suppressed his dislike for the situation and responded, in fluent Flametongue.


"I do not presume to know all of Tri-Khan's actions, nor was I informed of such an unfortunate event. Since I cannot confirm the truth though, at this time in any case, I cannot also accept the validity of your accusations. I can assure you though that my intentions here are not hostile, at least not at the moment. Slights, though, against my personal honour, such as those you just made, I will not tolerate. Far from me the use of poison and far from me any meddling to your society and ideals, until now. No cloak and no dagger and most certainly no ambushes. And you're quite bold accusing us of dirty tactics, when in fact we had the dubious honour to meet what some would call a welcoming comittee, a more polite expression to describe the group of southern tribesmen that ambushed and tried to kill us, on our way here. Desert Basilisks, led by a woman, an Earth Aspect Dragonblooded, if my senses did not deceive me. How can we be certain that it wasn't you or any of your peers that ordered this strike against us? That's right, we cannot. Yet here we are, behaving calmly and politely, introducing ourselves as representatives of the Tri-Khan of Chiaroscuro, and all we get in response is veiled threats, insulting accusations and hostile behaviour. How does this sound to you and what happened to the southern hospitality? Especially during such an auspicious occasion, such as this that is signified by the wedding that is to take place".

Activating Exquisite Etiquette Style [1m]:


The Abyssal attunes herself to the patterns of human inter-action. This Charm makes her responses to social situations


so natural and appropriate that in social combat she treats all enemy groups as one point of Magnitude smaller than they are


(to a minimum of 0.) It also increases her effective Appearance by one dot (Appearance 5 in my case). When in doubt, other characters will be more apt to do small favors and provide hospitality than not. Finally, this Charm ensures that the character understands the basic motivations of everyone present in the scene, as if her player


had rolled three successes on a mundane Investigation roll to estimate each person’s motives
 
Ajani sighed as he collapsed on his rear, wiping sweat off of his face. "That was WAY too close..." Ajani muttered as he stood up. Deciding not to chance anymore accidents, Ajani cleared his throat and spoke in Old Realm, hopefully in order to anything dangerous from happening.


"Shut down all power within the train, reroute all power to maintenance. Give me the statistics of the security systems in place and ensure nobody is on the ship." Ajani looked back at the unconscious ratman and the noble. "Secure the ratman and ensure that he does not escape." Ajani looked to the unconsciou noble and quickly shook him awake, quickly shutting down his anima barrier and making his caste-mark disappear.


"Are you hurt? I just saved you from some demons."
 
Noble Wakes


The noble wakes up as Ajani stirs him. He looks confused, looking at Ajani but then quickly comes to his senses "Where is he?! Where is that backstabbing politician? WHO ARE YOU!?" he says in anger and confusion at Ajani. Ajani then hears from behind him after giving orders to the machine "Of course, Fifth Shining Beacon" a robotic womans voice speaks up and Ajani sees a ratman on the train get picked up by what looks like a golden robotic spider and held down. The woman's voice then chimes in "This ship is fine captain. It is still below sea level where you left it."


Coarse Arguement


The tribal man looks at Takeno with disgust and spits at his feet "You dare blame us of treatury? When it was your kin, your city slicking tribes that attempted to poison our Kilatel?!" he is stopped by a handsome voice behind him "STOP! We will not have our uninvited guests treated like this" a young man steps up, dressed up and down in tribal clothes, but was groomed as though he lived in the city. Indeed his white hair was slick and clean, his dark skin clear of blemishes and his green eyes were... well exactly like the Tri-Khan's "I believe I am the man you were looking for, how can I help you?"


When Takeno spoke back the three men bowed however, regardless of the princes appearance. "We apologize." and they stepped back humbled.
 
Rowan Lujan


Rowan took a breath and bowed his head. "Your father's looking for you. As far as he knows, you've vanished. Are you planning to stay here after you get married?"
 
Takeno


Looking at the man who had stepped forth, claiming to be the Tri-Khan's son and the Prince of Chiaroscuro, Takeno, seemed to calm a bit. His clenched fists relaxed and the storm in his eyes seemed to subside. The comments of the tribesmen had sorely tested his temperance and the young Abyssal was afraid he might lose control if their insults were to continue any longer. Thankfully, a kind word and a bit of essence did wonders, as far as social interaction with them was concerned. Besides, resorting to hostile and outright violent behaviour, on such an occasion, would scarcely help in the group's efforts. Takeno exhaled, in relief and listened to Rowan's question to the Prince, awaiting for the answer, that the Tri-Khan's son would give.
 
Sand Prince Response


The prince shakes his head "No. I don't plan on staying here. I am under suspicion from the other tribes that do not want this union to happen. They feel that Ahlat does not want this union to set as it would decrease his reach and power in the South. You see, when I am to be wed me and my wife will take the throne... Now don't get me wrong, I love my father and I do not want him to pass." the prince says sincerely "However, his time is nearing and that is a fact. It is time we changed our ways on how we expand our city into the South. We must unite the tribes and city into one system. I have already had my life attempted at by assassins, many of the documents I recovered from their bodies pointed to my father. However, I doubt my father would even dream the attempt. So I am at a loss as to who is trying to kill me from the city. Would you all care to join the festivities of the wedding?"
 

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