Introduction

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Creation
Spanning A world of splendor and majesty. Of horror and conflict. Forged by Primordial's vast beyond comprehension. Maintained by Gods glorious in their divinity. Besieged by the Fair Folk capacious and mad as the Wyld that spawned them. Plotted against by Demons bitter in their defeat. Undermined by Ghost vengeful in their deaths.

And defended by Exalted legendary in their deeds!

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In the beginning there was the wyld, an endless and formless sea of unshaped and raw essence that churned and twisted in an unending tide of madness with out cause or function. Then from the wyld came the primordial's, the first of all shaped beings. So immense were these beings that each of their bodies was a world unto itself. And their existence housed such great spirits that they each possessed not one soul but in fact a multitude to define their form, with these souls each possessing a cadre of lesser souls of their own. At the primordial's coming, around them would swim the Rashaka, which mortal men would come to call the fair folk out of fear. The fair folk were appalled by the primordial's, for their defined forms polluted the purity of the wyld's chaos. In their outrage they made war upon the primordial's, seeking to destroy all shaped things. A war that would continue even onto this very day.

The primordial's would tire of these quarrels with fair folk and desired a shelter for themselves to wait out the eternal storm of chaos. And so they reached out to take hold of the shifting strands of essence around them and wove it into a new shape and from their labors sprain Creation, and to maintain their Creation so that the wyld's currents would not erode it back into madness the primordial crafted the Gods. After these mighty spirits were constructed the Primordials then made mortals, who's prayer's and worship would provide quintessence and ambrosia which the gods craved, and they made mortals weak so that they would depend upon the gods who in turn would have incentive to do their duties to ensure mortal survival and the continued devotion that came from them.

With their labors complete an themselves satisfied with what they had constructed the primordial's sat down to play their games. But all would not be well for long, as the Primordial's would prove to be callous and neglectful slave masters. As many mortals and gods suffered it would not be long before the Unconcerned Sun, mightiest of the gods, would suggest to his fellows the overthrow of their creators. But the Primordial's had foreseen this possibility and laid upon the gods a Geas in their creation that denied them the right to raise a hand against their makers. But this Geas did not apply to mortals, for because they had been made frail the primordial's were certain that nothing mortal could ever harm them.

Seeing this folly the gods came with a plan. They would take the greatest of mortal champions and empower them with a fragment of the god's own divine spark. And from this act these champions became the Exalted, demi-gods chosen of the Incarnae. They were the Solars, chosen of the Unconquered Sun, named Lawgivers and leaders of the exalted host. They were the Lunars, chosen of Luna, named Consorts of the Solars and their prime warlords. They were the Sidereals, chosen of the five maidens of fate, named Viziers and advisers. And they were the Terrestrials, chosen of the Five elemental dragons, named Dragon Blooded and most numerous of the exalted host.

With the backing of the gods behind an them the exalted did battle with the primordial in a cataclysmic war that shook Creation. An uncountable number of lives were lost and many things that once graced the world were lost, never to be made again, but in time the long battle came to an end and the exalted stood victorious. At the request for mercy by Gaia and Autochthon, the only two primordial's to side with the gods against their siblings, the exalted sealed those primordial that surrendered away in a prison made from the flesh of their own leader king malfeas, whom they turned inside out.

This act done and their makers banished, the gods granted rulership over the mortal world whilst the divines to residence in heaven. Under the leadership of the exalted, creation would enter a new golden age of wonder fulled by great works of sorcery and just leadership. This was the first age of the world and all knew properity in its time. All was not well though, for those primordials that had been slain during the fighting found their souls to vast and to complicated to pass into the wheel of reincarnation. Never designed to handle it's makers deaths, this celestial devise was damaged by their demise and the slain titan's souls fell into a dark abyss that formed around them as they became the Neverborn, beings that lie eternally dying. From their tomes in this new underworld the Neverborn spitefully cursed the exalted that had slain them. This curse slowly wormed it's way into the hearts of the exalted, where it festered and worked to corrupt them.

Most heavily did this curse effect the solars who's virtues turned to vice. The once just lawgivers slowly fell into paranoia, greed, vanity and cruelty. Were once they used their magics to aid their subjects they then used them to wreak such terribly torments in their growing madness. In the face of their leaders growing madness the sidereals concocted a plan. They whispered secret thoughts of rebellion into the minds of the dragon blooded whom had already grown disgruntled in their service to the solars. Embolden by their puppet masters the dragon blooded rose up in a bloody uprising known as the Usurpation, murdering their solar masters and driving their lunar mates towards the edges of creation where the wyld lapped at it's shores. To prevent their solars reincarnation and forestall an eternal war the sidereals sealed their souls in a prison of magical jade and sank it beneath the inland sea before using their magic's to erase all memory of themselves from the world. With none left to oppose them the dragon blooded established a shogunate in place of the old solar deliberative and again the world knew peace if only in a lessened state. In time the dragon blooded found themselves unequal to the task of maintaining the sorcerous wounder of the first age, many of which required solar magics to maintain or function. Eventually dragon blood would fight dragon blood over the dwindling magical resources of the first age, only periodically uniting under a strong shogun until the next succession crises split them into civil war once again.

In the shadows of the underworld the Neverborn were not silent either. When the solars had been slain some of their ghost had passed through the underworld. The Neverborn came to them with offers to regain their lost powers and a chance of revenge against their murders. Free from the corrupting influence of the Great curse in their deaths all save thirteen of the solar ghost refused. Those that accepted became the deathlords, powerful undead servants who established dominion over the underworld in their master's name. When the dragon blooded fell into infighting the deathlords saw their chance. Using terrible dark arts they conjured a horrible disease known only as the great contagion and set it loose upon creation where it swept across the land slaying nine out of every ten living things it touched. Then they gave word to fair folk beyond creations shores and informed them of the living worlds weakened state. Taking the chance given to them the Rashaka launched a great crusade against the world and ravaged creation destroying much of it as they went. In the final moments before the worlds doom, one young ragon blooded officer braved the magical defenses ancient fortress of the old solar deliberative. There in she found a mighty super weapon known as the sword of creation which she activated to rain destruction on the fair folk armies and route them from creation.

With the forces of madness in full retreat this woman crowned herself empress of the blessed isle and wielded the power of the fortesses weapon to force adherence to her rule. A cult known as the Immaculate order who praised the dragon blooded for their defeat over the 'Solar Anathema' proclaimed her a messiah and legitimized her rule. Thus was founded the Realm and the beginning of the Second age. For seven and a half centuries the Scarlet Empress has maintained her rule over the Realm. With the secret backing of the Sidereals Her nation has become the greatest of all the world, the one true remaining super power in creation with all other nations paying tribute to her save those rebellious few in the scavenger lands to the east. Once again the world knew an age of stability. Once again though, this would not last.

In Realm Year 763, during an inauspicious time of the year known as the calibration, the scarlet empress vanished without a trace. With know clear successor in line for the scarlet throne, the eleven great dynastic houses that claim familiar blood from her all find themselves piloting against one another as the realm faces what may be it's first civil war. At the edges of the wyld the Lunars smell the growing weakness of the realm and ambitiously plan their return to creation proper. Beyond these shore of creation, the fair folk stir. And in underworld the Deathlords have gain decided to tip their hands. First they sent their own servants to find the jade prison and smash it open to steal the shards of solar essence, and harvest it for their own uses. With these shards they have forged a new breed of exalted, the Abyssal exalted, chosen of oblivion, the Deathknights and servants of the Neverborn. The Deathlord known as Mask of Winters was first to put these new servants to use, sacking the city of Thorns and establishing a foot hold in the living world.

All is not lost in this final moment however, as the servants on the Deathlords were only successful in acquiring half of the solar shards in their theft. The rest escaped their clutches and fled to find new host worthy of their power. For the first time in thousands of years, solar exalted are once again being born in the world.

You are one of these exalted. Born into a Time of Tumult. Great deeds and great trials await for you. What tales will you write for the future?

The starter plot

For you it was an odd occurrence. Not impossible, for you may have seen many strange things since you exalted, but still you found yourself put off by the sight of a crystal winged Osprey bird descending towards you in the night. Clasped in it's beak was an elegantly bound scroll inscribed with your name. Curiosity and courtesy bid you to open the spirits message, and within written in silver ink you read these words.

Honored Exalted
Your presence is requested at the spire of Fakharu, Censor of the Celestial Buracracy and Dragon of Water, for a matter of personal interest. We have heard of your previous exploits and beleive you may help us in a mater most dire. If you will listen to our petition then journey to the nearest sea shore. A ship will be there at the sunset of your arrival and bare you to your destination.

Just as the letter had stated, when you approach the sea at twilight, you find a ship built of ivory awaiting for you with no crew and piloting itself under it's own mysterious power. As you sit aboard it takes to the sea and disappears into mist and reappears at an entirely new port where you find another holding the same letter as you. Slowly as the night moves on the boat acquires more passengers one by one as it makes it's way westward with supernatural speed.

The truth of the matter is this. In the Great western ocean a trio of siren sisters have long suffered in servitude under a storm mother named Sikunare. Eventually freed of her, they sought vengeance for her cruelty during their tenure under her care. As it just so happens, they learn that the Western Celestial Censor Fakharu, a lesser elemental dragon of water, had fallen in love with a mortal woman named Amarel and taken her to be his mistress. Knowing they lack the power or support to threaten Sikunare on their own, they kidnap Amarel in order to blackmail Fakharu into starting a conflict with the storm mother.

The demands are simple, use his position as Celestial Censor to arrest Sikunare on whatever charges, real or imagined, and ensure her downfall. This is an impossible request for Fakharu however, for Sikunare holds a few debts Fakharu owes to her due to their own past dealings. More dearly though, for friendship could be forgotten in if need be, the storm mother has powerful friends in the Celestial Bureaucracy, some equal in rank to Fakharu himself. Knowing that she could use secrets that she had gleaned from his time with her against him if he pressed charges, the censor finds his ability to comply with the Siren's demands difficult and dangerous to try. Therefor in desperation, Fakharu sends out a call for you, and number of other scattered exalted, hoping to secure your aid in finding the siren's hiding place and rescuing his lover before the 28 day deadline approaches.

Toggle Rules

The rules for character creation are currently embedded inside of the character sheet.

As for the actual rules of the roleplay itself I will split into Magic and Combat Rules, Character Advancement Rules, and General rules.

Charm use, Essence, Damage and Recovery, and Combos

Charms are the primary power used by the exalted, and each is a technique that allows them to preform super natural feats. In general when using charms you're character is limited to one charm per post, unless it is part of a combo (more on that later). All charms cost essence motes from your essence pool, which will be listed on your character sheet. More powerful charms may also cost points from your willpower pool or health pool. All Charms should be listed with a essence cost, a stat attached that charm and a description of what it does.

Generally there are two factor's that determine a Charm's strength. The first is the amount of essence used to power the Charm. The more essence pumped into the Charm the stronger it's effect and the higher the likeliness of the exalt to succeed at what they are attempting. There is a hard limit on how much essence a character can use for one charm, which can be no greater than the relevant ability/attribute that govern's it. Further more you must master a charm of a lower essence cost before you can master one of a high cost in the same stat.

The other factor governing Charm strength is how long that last. Charms have an activation length on them, depending on what they do. Generally speaking, the charms that have a shorter duration will have more concentrated power in it's use the have greater impact that those will a longer duration. For example an athletics charm with a duration of 'one action/instant' will allow the exalt to leap across a river in a single bound, while one with with a length of 'one scene' will merely allow them to run atop the water unimpeded by it's current. Some specific charms may remain active indefinitely via 'committing' essence, effectively reducing the exalt's maximum essence pool until the charm is deactivated. Charms don't stack with other charms unless specified. Charms never stack with themselves. You can't use a Charm twice for twice the effect.

Charm lengths are: Instant, (#) of actions/post, one scene, one day, or until released.

Charm Combos are a specialized trump card that allows the exalt to activate some charms in rapid succession, a trick unique to them alone. Combo however have a high cost as not only must the exalt pay the essence/willpower cost of each charm in the combo, the exalt must also pay an extra 1 mote surcharge per charm that is part of it. When activating a combo the exalt must activate the ALL the charms that are part of it or the combo will automatically fail. You may not begin play knowing a charm combo, but may develop them as the game goes on.

Artifacts are magical devises or pieces of equipment with unique properties. The most common type of artifact's are made of the five magical metals, which each correspond to one of the exalted types. Any exalt can utilize these tools, but if they make use of one made from the magical metal that resonates with their specific type reduces the cost of activation/attunemeant by 1, to a minimum of 0. More of this will be explained elsewhere.

Sorcery/Necromancy, a dangerous but powerful tool in the exalted's arsenal. The you must decide at the start of play if your character is a sorcerer in order to use it, though it is possible for your character to learn the skill later on if you desire. Sorcery allows the exalted to work magic outside the themes of their caste type and aren't governed under the rules of charms, effecting the environment around them rather than worked through the exalts body, and in general is much more powerful than charms in their effects. The cost for this is that sorcery in general is also vastly more expensive to activate than charms and takes longer to activate, and if the sorcerer is interrupted in their casting it can have catastrophic results.

-Terrestrial Circle
The highest level that dragon blooded may learn. Though it is the most limited in scope it only a fool would soft at it for spells of this level are the fastest to cast and thus the most reliable sorcery to use in combat. Spells from this circle take two post to activate (if in combat). One to start the incantation, and the second to deploy it's power. In order to activate a sorcery the exalt must pay the essence cost plus one point of willpower.
Spells of this level can: Effect an area the size of a large house or manor, create mundane objects of non precious material in small quantities, summon demons of the first circle through an extended ritual at night, and lay a curse/blessing upon someone who is either in range or the sorcerer has a personal object belonging to that person.

-Celestial Circle
The highest level Sidereal's and lunar's. Abyssal's may use magic of this level as well but can go no further. More potent in it's effect's than the terrestrial circle at the cost of being more costly and complex to cast. Spells of this circle requires three post to be cast (if in combat), one to start the incantation, a second to bind the energies, and a third to deploy the magic. The exalt must pay the essence cost plus 2 points of willpower to activate this magic.
Spells of this level can: Effect an area the size of a village, Create mundane object's in large quantities of non precious-materials or small quantities of precious materials, summon a demon of the second circle through an extended ritual on the night of the no moon, or create temporary objects of lesser magic that will fade after a month.

-Solar Circle
The highest level of Spell casting, limited solely to use by the solar exalted. Magic of this level can be world shaking, but is highly focus intensive in it's casting and exhausting in it's essence cost. It requires four post to activate spells of this level in combat. One to begin the incantation, a second to draw upon the vast energies to power the spell, a third to bind that energy, and finally a fourth to deploy that magic. It requires 3 points of willpower along with a large amount of essence to activate spells of this level.
Spells of this circle can: Effect an area the size of a city, Create Mundane object's in a vast hordes if made of non-precious materials or large quantities of precious materials, summon a demon of the third circle through an extended ritual on the starless night of calibration, and create object's of lesser power that can last for a year or object's of greater power that last for a week.

There is a flip side to sorcery though. A dark rival that equal's it in power that was born of the abyss of the underworld. Necromancy, while not innately evil, is an unnatural mimicry of sorcery. While sorcery has the power to create and alter, Necromancy has the power to destroy and corrupt. More on this later once I have time

ANIMA BANNER
Each exalt has what is known as an 'anima banner', a totemic icon that represents an aspect of their soul. The Anima banner starts out invisible and immaterial, but as the exalt burns mores of peripheral essence it grows in intensity and becomes increasingly visible. This image remains so for a long time fading at a rate of one stage per scene (or or every 10-15 minutes) with the exception of the first and final stages

1-2 motes spent: At this stage the Characters cast mark appears on their forehead for and glitters if it catches light allowing some to see it from certain angles. It is possible to hide this mark under head ware or wrappings and the character may act with stealth normally without penalty. This stage fades after one hour.
3-4 motes spent: The character's caste mark glows brightly and will shine through anything placed over it, and any who look at her face will find it impossible to mistake her for what she is.Stealth charms and other such magic's used to mute sensory impressions automatically fail, however the character may still use the natural environment to hide themselves, with slight difficulty. (Abyssal caste marks will instead start to bleed rather than glow)
5 motes spent: The exalt's body is surrounded by a coruscant aura bright enough to read by in the dark, and the caste mark is alight as a burning brand on their forehead. Stealth becomes impossible at this stage.
6 motes spent: The character is engulfed in a brilliant bonfire of Essence, which burns from his feet to at least a foot above their head. Objects exposed to solar anima's might become bleached or faded as if left in the sun for several days. Most vibrant are the Terrestrial anima's for theirs become physical conduits for their elemental aspect. While their personal effects are safe, as are other supernatural creatures like fellow exalted, anything in close proximity to the dragon blooded will be bombarded with destructive elemental energies. In each case the result is that the exalt is now visible for miles and their caste mark will become engraved in the minds of any who see it.
7 motes spent: At this stage the character is surrounded by a burning image totemic to his person- a warrior bight be surrounded by a grand and mighty bull, a magician by an elaborate mandala, and so on.This effects fades during any post the character makes that they do not spend essence bu leaps back into existence from the bonfire of their anima when they again spend peripheral motes.

Recovery
The exalted were created by the gods to be tireless warriors, able to undergo great stress and harm. However even their semi-divine bodies be strained by great forces. To that end the gods made sure to imbue the exalt flesh with a natural regenerative quality that can recover from all but the most sever maiming with out scaring.

Essence recovers at a rate on one mote per hour if the exalt is preforming low intensity activities, or two per hour if the exalt is taking time to rest.
Abyssal exalted recover essence differently as they can't naturally recover it while in the living world (on the flip side, only the can respire it normally in the underworld while non-abyssal can't). To circumvent this, they may drink the blood of the living to regain essence.
Health recovers at a rate of one hit point per two if they are receiving medical attention and bed rest. They can't regenerate limbs on their own, but bones will set themselves into place and gaping holes will slowly shrink. Mortal's take MUCH longer to heal and suffer complication's without medical assistance.
Willpower recovers at a rate of 1 per day, similar to health. The exalted may also earn back a point if they do something in line with their nature or motivation, such as a caretaker healing the sick.
Exalts are highly resistant to non magical diseases, with the worst they suffer being sore throats and slight sniffles.
Exalted flesh is incredibly tough. Even without the use of charms a completely naked exalt would find their skin resisting stab wounds about as well as a leather vest.

Character Advancement

Attributes cost [current score x5] xp. Or [current score x4] for Caste attributes of lunar's.

Abilities cost [current score x3] xp, except for cast/favored abilities. Those costing [(current score x3) -1].

Charms cost 10 xp, except for caste/favor-based charms which cost 8 xp.

Developing A combo cost 1 xp per charm that is part of the combo.

Raising your essence score cost [current score x8]

Code: Select all: [left][b]Name[/b]:[/left][right][b]Type and Caste/Aspect[/b]:[/right] [left][b]Nature[/b]:[/left] Chose from this list http://whitewolf.wikia.com/wiki/List_of_Archetypes [right][b]Anima Banner[/b]: (Born from the personality and character of the exalt, it is an iconic image that flairs behind them when they burn great amounts of essence)[/right] [b]Totem Animal:[/b] (Lunar's only. Their 'spirit animal' if you will and one of the lunar's 'true' forms. ) [center][img]image[/img][/center] [hr][/hr] [center][u][size=170]Attributes[/size][/u][/center] All Attributes start with one point in them, and are divided into categories of Physical, Social, and Mental. Of these categories you will decide which is your Primary (8 points to spend on raising attributes) Secondary (6 points to spend) and Tertiary (4 points to spend). This is most important for lunar's as their charms are drawn from their attributes rather than their abilities. No Attribute may be raise above 5. [hr][/hr] [center][b]Physical[/b][/center] [center]STRENGTH (#) DEXTERITY (#) STAMINA (#)[/center] [center][b]Social[/b][/center] [center]CHARISMA (#) MANIPULATION (#) APPEARANCE (#)[/center] [center][b]Mental [/b][/center] [center]PERCEPTION (#) INTELLIGENCE (#) WITS (#)[/center] [hr][/hr] [u][size=170][center]Abilities[/center][/size][/u] Pick three that are not your caste abilities to become favored abilities. You will have 25 points to spend here but at the bare minimum 10 of these must be spent on Either caste or favored abilities.You may also pick up to five 'specialties' that exist as more narrow focused versions of the other types. No Ability can be raised above 5) [left][b][size=150]WARFARE[/size][/b] ARCHERY--------- ATHLETICS------- AWARENESS------ DODGE----------- INTEGRITY------- MARTIAL ARTS--- MELEE------------ RESISTANCE------ THROWN--------- WAR--------------[/left] [right][size=150][b]LIFE[/b][/size] CRAFT------------- LARCENY---------- LINGUISTICS------ PERFORMANCE--- PRESENCE-------- RIDE-------------- SAIL--------------- SOCIALIZE-------- STEALTH---------- SURVIVAL---------[/right] [hr][/hr] [center][size=150][b]WISDOM[/b][/size] BUREAUCRACY INVESTIGATION LORE----------- MEDICINE------ OCCULT-------- [size=150][b]SPECIALTIES[/b][/size] (optional: A subgroup within a larger ability that you have a particular aptitude. Such as dancing specialty from performance, sword from melee etc ) ____________ ____________ ____________ ____________ ____________[/center] [hr][/hr] [center][size=170][u]YOUR LIFE[/u][/size][/center] [hr][/hr] [center][size=170][b]PERSONALITY[/b][/size] (Write here) [b]Motivation(s)[/b] (Motivations are the personal aspirations and ambitions of a character. [list] [*][/list] [b]VIRTUES[/b] (The four Virtues are core to your characters beliefs and desires. You draw strength from them when you set your self to a difficult task and give you motivation towards your goals, and they define you as a hero to the masses. But be warned, the higher the virtue the more difficult it is to ignore for the sake of pragmatism. Resist holding true towards your beliefs of right and wrong too often and you may just snap. Each virtue has one point in it, and you have five additional points to distribute how you choose, but non may go above five. ) COMPASSION A measure of empathy and forgiveness. Characters with high compassion find strength in helping others but find it difficult to ignore another's plight. TEMPERANCE is your self control and honesty. High temperance allows you to resist temptation or coercion, but leaves you troubled when you break oaths or tell lies. CONVICTION represent's how hardened the character is against hardship and stress. High conviction allows you to endure (and inflict) great pain and suffering, but makes it hard for you abandon a course of action or cause that you have committed yourself too, or admit when you are wrong. VALOR measures you bravery and self confidence in the face of danger. High valor helps to resist fear or plunge into danger but makes it hard to ignore a challenge or insult, or flee from a foe. [b]LIMIT BREAK[/b] (No, this not like final fantasy. The nature of the great curse the defeated primordial's placed upon their vanquishers periodically warps their virtue into twisted inversions in moments of great stress. When an exalt has been force to ignore his or her own principles one to many times they under go episode of madness in which the corruption of the primordial curse comes to the surface. When this 'snap' occurs the exalts primary virtue (the one that's ranked the highest or which ever one you prefer if they are of even rank) becomes compromised into either a twisted reflection of itself or inverted as a polar opposite of itself. The exalt is then forced to act in the terms of this new corrupted virtue until the effects of the curse finishes burning itself out. This effect can last anywhere from hours to DAYS. Though to avoid forcing too heavy a restriction on the player I'll put down a guide line that the character's break down should at least last until the end of the current scene, and after that it's up to the player to decide how long the episode will last. Examples of Limit breaks are berserk rages, to uncontrollable crying, to a sudden bout of extreme apathy, paranoia, hedonism or whatever else you can come up with. Seriously, so long as it at least tangibly be attributed to a particular virtue in a corrupted state you can go nuts on the concept.) [b]MERITS[/b] [b]FLAWS[/b] [hr][/hr] [b]PHYSICAL APPEARANCE [/b] [b]BACKGROUND[/b] Your early life? (what was your childhood like) Your family and friends? (Did you grow up in a dynastic house of the realm tutored by servants? Child of nomadic barbarians weaned on the shamans stories? A street Urchin stealing purses with their friends for bread money? Who raised you and taught you what you know?) Reaching Maturity? (However you wish to define 'Maturity'. Anywhere from your early teenage years to your adult life. When did you learn to accept responsibilities and the value of hard work? (Or maybe how to avoid it.) ) The events that led up to your Exaltion?(This is a dramatic shift in your characters life. A rebirth with new godly powers. A change that cannot be undone, triggered by important events that you either may or may not have had control over, and a new destiny laid at your feet, for good or ill. ) The after effects? (What did you do with your new found powers? How did you react to becoming what you are now? How did the people around you react?) And finally how did you get where are you now and what are you going to do? [hr][/hr] [size=170][u]MAGIC, GEAR AND TALENTS[/u][/size] [u]Essence score:[/u] 2 (all exalt's start play at this level) [u]Health:[/u] 0/0 (your stamina stat+3, can be raised further with an endurance charm called ox body technique. Mortal's only get their stamina in health.) [u]Willpower pool:[/u] 0/0 (Equal to the sum total of your two highest virtues.) [hr][/hr] [b]Essence motes[/b] The magic of the exalted in quantified as 'motes' which can be 'burnt' to power their charms. All exalted have two pools Personal and Peripheral. Personal essence can be burned without causing the exalt's anima banner to flair and is the first one to recharge when the exalt rest to regain their power. Essence pools are calculated slightly differently between the exalted types. Solar's and Abyssal's essence pools: Personal (half your willpower+your essence score+2) Peripheral (your full willpower + (essence score X 5)) Lunar's and Sidereal's Essence Pools: Personal (half your willpower+your essence score+1) Peripheral (your full willpower + (essence score X 4)) Dragon Blooded Essence Pools: Personal (half your willpower+your essence score) Peripheral (your full willpower + (essence X 3)) [b]CHARMS[/b] All exalted start off with 7 charms, based of their abilities (or attributes for Lunar's). Each 'charm' is a magical trick designed to enhance or augment the exalt's natural talents in super natural ways. The more powerful the charm the more essence it will cost to activate, with some requiring the exalt to also burn a point of willpower as well, or hit points. All charm also require a certain level of skill and spiritual enlightenment in order to learn, necessitating the exalt to to raise their essence score and their abilities/attributes if they wish to acquire stronger charms. [b]COMBOS[/b] A combo is a specialized form of charm use that allow rapied fire activation of multiple charms at once. Using a combo allows the exalt to overcome the '1 charm per post rule' but only if they have invested the xp to learn that combo first. You may not have a combo at the start. [b]SORCERY[/b] You may choose to exchange one of you charms to unlock the first level of sorcery, the terrestrial circle which will mark you as a sorcerer at the start of play. You will start off with only one spell that you have mastered, but may exchange more charms for more spells. For all other cases, spells are treated the same as charms xp coast wise, and are treated as 'occult' charms this purpose. You require an essence score of 3 and at least 3 in occult to learn the first circle of magic. [b]!!!!!BONUS POINTS!!!!![/b] You will have 10 Points to spend on any stats you wish. You may also choose to spend 4 BP to gain another charm/sorcery (or 3 if it is a favored ability/attribute). Also you may spend 3 points to start with a piece of magical gear, or 6 to raise your essence score by 1 [b]PREFERRED FIGHTING STYLE [/b] [b]EQUIPMENT AND POSSESSIONS[/b][/center]

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The West by Wake

A vast expanse of Ocean that stretches into infinity, broken only by scattered islands that grow fewer the farther one goes. Many myths tell of what lies beyond it, but few that venture that far return.

The Blessed Isle by Wake

The Heart of the world. The seat of the Scarlet Empresses power. Nesting place of the Dynastic Dragon Blooded families. Once the homeland of the gods before they retired to heaven, now it houses the greatest empire in creation. The Realm.

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#2019-12-22 06:02:43, as written by Oborosen

Nimin sat through most of the morning with his pipe in hand, slowly taking one draw after the other. Watching as the whole conversation unfolded, while scanning through several pages of his book.

Off from the start he could tell that they'd have some issue with communication, despite how novel he found Ashen's vocal inflections to be. He was more than willing to deal with anyone who could catch his eye in the least. Though he did step in when Astrid spoke in regards to Lux. Keeping his tongue in the cleanest form of common that he could offer.
"It's not the point that someone might, or might no be afraid of stepping forward. It's simply the fact that more than a few of us gathered here are not going to be used to doing something like this. I can speak for myself whey I say that when it comes to subterfuge. I find myself not very motivated to do such things and as to our benefactor, I can only say that the possibility of such requirements being needed are still a possibility." He returns to pulling another breath through his pipe, giving his words a moment to soak in. "Now were this an epidemic of some disease, or some form of fever that was overtaking a small town on the frontier. Maybe even some sort of uprising that was costing the lives of hundreds. Then I'd be more inclined to put my foot forward. Even as it sits, I'm not unaccustomed to rescue missions, but we must not forget the scope of who it is we may be stepping between here."
Closing his book, Nimin stands and approaches. Making himself more center to the group before continuing.

"Now as I see it we have two choices."
"Either going to the target of all this directly. Seeing as this not only threatens Fakharu, but Sikunare as well. We should be able to ask that they either give us open pass in her territory, or direct help with retrieving the prisoner. Because if they're willing to blatantly kidnap someone so close to one dragon as to force their hand. Then they're most likely desperate enough to try something even more drastic. Which in Sikunare's case, she should be more than willing to avoid at this point.

"That, or we find allies among the people who have problems with the sirens as well, and if that should fail. We should be able to come up with a more conventional way of dealing with them, and retrieving Amarel in the best state possible."

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#2020-01-04 10:23:44, as written by Sepokku

Somewhere in the North; 27 Days Until the Deadline

The wind whipped through the low valley, a late spring leaving the village's farmland unplanted, snow covering the still fertile soil. White powdery flakes drifted through the air, carried on the harshly winds as they howled their rage at the surrounding countryside. Hunters were returning to the village, carrying a few elk that had wandered too far behind the herd. A small toddler with cat ears sat at the entrance to the longhouse, between two large Totem Poles that depicted various animals. The lead hunter, Andor, immediately recognized the young boy, one of Mother's children.

Mother's twin children were yet too young to be named by their tribal customs, but the tribespeople have since dubbed the two of them "The Tyger Tykes," due to their mischievous nature. The hunters let out a tired sigh almost in unison, the presence of just one of the twins always heralded a prank devised by the other. Mother's absence had seen a rise in their already bold nature, though she'd only been gone a couple of days, one would think the twins ran the tribe at this point.

Andor took a step forward, weary and ready to be done with whatever mischief the twins had devised. Continuing his stride towards the Longhouse, the hunter heard a scream behind him. With a start, he turned to find they had been surrounded by ephemeral figures, men with the heads of long-toothed tigers that had no eyes. Bursting out of the snow, the twin sister let out a practiced roar, one that sent the hunters running. Their abandoned feast lay forgotten in the snow as the men darted for the safety of the Longhouse. Only the lead hunter stayed, a look of defeat crossing his face as he buried his hand in one gloved palm.

The girl's ears flattened against her head as she noticed the lead hunter's sour expression. "S'wrong Andor?" The twin brother quickly joined her side and the two of them made short work of tearing choice cuts of meat out of one of the elk. All members of the tribe considered Astrid a mother and took responsibility for the twins, but Andor always felt like an elder brother to the precocious twins. With a sigh, he started hauling one of the fallen elk into the longhouse, "If yer mother finds out yer old enough to terrorize the villagers, she'll have ye headed out with the hünters before ye know it."

The ephemeral figures dispersed into mist as the little Gods's chuckles could be heard quietly echoing from all around. Andor wrinkled his nose, looking about, "So I guess Sybilla is watching the two of you for the day?" A woman stepped out of the longhouse, her hair long and silvery in the sunlight. A motherly smile shone on her face as she walked towards the twins. As the village Shaman and hearthmistress, Sybilla was in charge whenever Astrid was gone; as was the case right now.

"A crow spirit was watching them; fickle creatures when it comes to responsibility, not that yer unfamiliar with that Andor." Sybilla's smile turned up slightly with laughter, as she pursed her lips in a whistle. "Get these elk inside before ther' too hard to butcher. Winter's not quite done yet, and Mother isn't here to pick up our slack."

One of the twins turned to look at Sybilla, his eyes growing wide with excitement, "When's Mutter coming back?"

"Our Mother is on a very important mission, but she won't be gone very long. Astrid would have liked to stay, but she knows going was for the best. Which is why we need to make sure she comes back to things better than she left them! Come along you two." The twins followed Sybilla into the longhouse as several members of the tribe hurriedly brought the elk in and began to make short work of butchering it.

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#2020-01-09 13:44:04, as written by Sepokku

"A great warrior-poet once said, 'The Realm is a wonderful place, and worth fighting for.' I agree with the first part." Ragara's words drawled as she had drunk more than her fill that night, her partner barely listening as she slurred out random thoughts about the state of the Realm. "And that is before the Empress comes back as Akuma, then we're all Fooked!" Her company would set out again soon, one of the Sesus military troops. Ragara had exalted some years ago, but that hadn't rocketed her up the ranks like she always imagined it would.

"Bloody lineage! It's a rigged fooking game here in the Realm!" She took another long draught of her ale, before turning a wry eye to the leader of their group. Queen Bitch of Sesus ran this group, some kind of holy graduate from the Immaculate Order, one that had successfully slain at least one Anathema, and routed many others. "Bitch..." Ragara muttered under her breath. With a snort, she turned towards the tavern keeper, "Another round for me and my mate, make it quick, ya hear?"

Ragara enjoyed the clout her position gave her, make no wrong, rather it was the lack of advancement her blood forced upon her that she resented. Lowborn Dragon-Blooded were basically Kings of the shite in the Realm. Not quite peasants, but also not high-born; their chance of establishing a respectable dynasty was next to nothing. Ragara breathed a contemptible sigh, "At least im not a Northern Barbarian..."

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#2020-03-30 08:09:02, as written by Wake

27 Days Until the Deadline

The group continued with breakfast and their discussion. One by one the others joined them and were brought up to speed on the issue. As the meal was winding down to a close, it was uninterrupted by a thunderclap in the distance. Ashen went rigged at the sound, his ears pointing straight and one of his chop sticks clattering against the plate. "Aw shads..." He muttered, before standing up and briskly walking to the port side window. He opened it and leaned out. Sure enough, on the horizon dark clouds had appeared where previously it had been a clear sky. Gingerly he leaned out and glanced down with trepidation. The sea had started to change color, to that a of a deep purplish green. It was the sign that the ship had passed into the storm mothers territory.

"Whelp." He muttered and turned back to the rest gathered at the table. "Tha point ma be muut...She knaws were 'ere." In that sea, Ashen could spot a trio of sharks circling the ship. It didn't take any great skill in observation to spot the telltale shimmer of stars on their scales and deduce that the three were no mere beast. "An looks like she sent us sum un ta greet us..."

An uncharacteristic nervousness befell the changing moon as he shut the window. His ears flattened themselves against his skull and he ground his teeth. He spoke again in river-speak. "I don' suppose any o' ye brought an offerin' with ye did ya?" He shook his head. "Nevermind... Let's go greet out guest."

He marched upstairs and trusted the others to follow him.

Up on the deck the sharks could still be seen circling in the water. They paused their patrol as the first of the exalts appeared on deck, and when a significant number of them had surfaced they leapt out of the water. Clearing the rail, the shark spirits change shape mid leap and land upon the deck in a new form, one that reminiscent of a humanoid shark. The leader of the trio stepped forward and gave a short bow. "Greetings honored exalts. We recognize your ship as of Fakharu's make. Lady Sikunare bids you welcome to her domain and has sent us to guide you to her court." The shark spirit raised it's head and smile with a row full of serrated teeth. Ashen noted that there had been no mention of their attendance in her court being optional.

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#1 week 2 days ago, as written by Jakuri-chan

She remained rather quiet throughout breakfast, mostly getting her fill from the available stock of dried fruits. While she did very much appreciate the effort Ashen had put into cooking rice, the fact that it was even slightly burnt was enough to turn her stomach...perhaps there was a bit of irony in that, given her status as a Fire Aspect.... It was something that couldn’t be helped; it wasn’t a matter of her being fussy if it actually made her nauseated. The issue was something with which she’d always dealt. Vered used to say she was being childish or immature, even rude, whenever she would refuse to eat something that had even a little char. The bit about it outright refusal of food being rude had always stuck with her, enough so that she always did her best to be discreet about it.

Things were as peaceful as they could be upon the sea for a while, and Lux continued to nibble upon various and unidentifiable fruits, just content that they still at least carried their natural sweetness with them.... Lux’s mindless peace was interrupted, however, when a vicious rumble of thunder echoed out, causing her to violently flinch, dropping her half-eaten fruit.

....she didn’t need to know much of anything about Spirits to know that probably meant...something important, and it probably had something to do with the apparently appropriately titled “Storm Mother,” Sikunare.

Recovering herself, Lux took note of Ashen’s comments, which otherwise confirmed her suspicions—indeed the Storm Mother was making them aware that she was aware. And that she was not letting them enter her territory without first asserting herself. While Lux had not known Ashen but for a day, the fact that he was definitely nervous about this was something that struck her as atypical for him. That Sikunare had sent a welcoming party for them...it had the Lunar worried. Probably understandable. Though matters regarding Spirits were far beyond Lux’s understanding, she was still intelligent enough to know that this situation was one to treat gingerly. After the fiasco that was yesterday, Lux reminded herself that she needed to keep it together today—Fakharu was definitely tolerant of the various shenanigans that occurred within his spire only because he was asking the group she was a part of for help. She’d more than made a fool of herself yesterday in his presence...and out of it.

The little Dragon-Blooded knew that such informality before a being that bore the title of “Storm Mother” would indeed not be abided. Lux needed to keep it together as best she could and not lose herself in any sort of hullabaloo today.

Ashen made an off-handed comment in Riverspeak that she caught as he made his way out of the galley to head to the deck, something about if anyone’d brought an offering...what sort of offering would be appropriate to this situation anyway? Lux DEFINITELY had no idea, and without knowing, the best thing that could be done was to be as respectful to Sikunare’s people as possible and hope for the best.

Saying nothing, the Fire Aspect rose to her feet, the Lantern coming to rest against her hip. She followed behind Ashen, a pensive expression upon her face as she ran her fingers through her still rather mussed hair. However, the hallway between the interior of the ship and its exterior was a tad…dark. And Lux’s eyes had yet to adjust, so before she could make it to the stairs she...tripped. It’d felt like something had wrapped around her ankle and purposefully made her lose balance! Naturally, Lux yelped and did her best to catch herself before on...something before fell over entirely. Not that her efforts did anything to help. If anything, her trying to do something only made the situation worse as her hand came to rest on an unsteady something-or-other, and when she fell, the something-or-other came tumbling down with her, and on top of her.

It was something metallic, and from within it was something squawking and panicking...a bird? The noises coming from the creature were what brought Lux back to cognizance so quickly. “For the love of Creation, just when I’m trying to make an effort to not make an idiot of myself....” she grumbled, flustered and hurrying to stand as she untangled herself from the various things that’d fallen upon her during her tumble. “And why is there a live bird just sitting in a dark hallway on a ship anyway...?”

Continuing to quietly kvetch to herself, Lux mostly managed to free herself and get back to her feet...save for one thing. The bird cage. The damnable thing had gotten ensnared on her belt loop, the one opposite her Lantern’s. Inside the cage, the bird was still calling, angry and as irritated as she probably was. Try as she might, Lux was unable to get the thing off her belt loop without being able to see. She did NOT have time for this right now! After about ten more second of senseless fiddling, Lux just groaned and gave up on the matter for the time being. Even if she looked the part of a fool again, it was better she be present when greeting those sent by Sikunare than not.

Continuing to grumble silently within her own head, Lux made her way up the stairs and onto the deck to be greeted by the sight of...humanoid shark...spirits? She’d missed their emergence from the waters below, but she had not missed the “welcome” from the one who she assumed was the leader of the bunch. He(?) greeted all on deck with a graceful bow, “Greeting honored Exalts, we recognize your ship as of Fakharu’s make. Lady Sikunare bids you welcome to her domain and has sent you to guide you to her court.”

The shark spirit raised up his (and Lux was only assuming his gender due to the voice that emanated from him at this point) head, and smiled at the lot of them, his mouth full of knife-like teeth. The mere sight of them was enough to make Lux nearly cringe, but she kept her composure. Though, perhaps that was the intent. He revealed his predatory teeth to intimidate, make himself even more frightening than his large stature already did. Indeed, he was...imposing. Perhaps this introduction was something of a test; a way to see who was cowardly and weak-willed among them...? Spirits were fickle, and their ways so strange that they were unknowable in every sense. That Sikunare would decide to see who could be easily disheartened and daunted upon entering her territory would be sensical...by the logic of a being such as herself...probably.

Lux took in a breath, gathering herself as best she could—Ashen hadn’t responded to the spirit, and...someone had to, right? Ignoring the still twittering bird that was caged and stuck to her side, Lux returned the gesture, bowing to the trio of spirits. Creation, hopefully she didn’t do something stupid and anger them.... “It is most gracious of Lady Sikunare to extend to us a personal welcome and guides to her court.” she stood back to her full height, a calm and serious expression upon her face as she made eye contact with whom she assumed was the leader of the spiritual trio. “The gestures are very much appreciated.” Not wanting to speak for anyone but herself, she did her best to keep her words neutral and polite, considering she probably looked like enough of a fool as is since she had a bird cage at one of her hips with a very irritated big in it....

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#1 week 2 days ago, as written by Sepokku

A hush had fallen over the group, one that Astrid was treating with mild disdain; her children had sat in a similar uneasy silence upon experiencing their first thunderstorm and she hadn't signed up for this expedition to play at being Mother, she got more than enough of that at home. She idly picked at the burnt rice, taking bites from it more out of boredom than any real hunger, the burned parts had a smoky crunch to them, but it was nothing worse than some of the burnt offerings she was usually expected to eat. She shot a quick glare at the deathknight, who was politely playing with his food, pretending to eat more of it than he actually was.

A bored sneer almost left her lips, but the little hairs on the back of her neck stood up and Astrid's focus was completely on Ashen Sky as he seemingly noticed the same thing. His words barely registered as she abruptly stood up to her full height, sending the chair she had been seated in skittering across the floor. Her body language became eerily still for a couple of seconds, before she casually returned to motion, following closely behind Ashen.

The Artisan frowned to himself for a few moments, watching the two Lunars quickly make their egress from the room. He was one of the last to leave the room, but the noise and sight of Lady Lux fumbling about in the dark was more than enough to elicit a chuckle as he slowly stood up and made his way to the deck. Just before taking the stairs above-deck, Artisan could hear Lux finishing up a polite greeting. After letting out a small sigh of relief that Astrid hadn't been the one to speak first, he made his way upstairs to stand with the rest of the Exalts before quickly realizing he had sighed too soon.

The Lunar chieftain began prowling the moment the shark spirit had landed; her gait was slow and meticulous, circling around the shark spirit in a way very similar to a shark circling its prey. Thankfully she was still in human form, and Artisan quickly tried to interject before she could make an incident out of this, "We are here on behalf of Lord Fak-" His words were quickly lost under the bark of laughter coming from Astrid, who had stopped directly in front of the shark spirit, interposing herself between the spirit and other Exalted.

"Well..? Some of us are in a hurry. So. Let's. Go." She poked her index finger into the shark's chest at the end of each sentence, as if to punctuate her point. "Or would you prefer us to tell Fakharu how we were delayed by an overgrown. Upstart. Fish?"

Had it been physically possible, Artisan's face would have turned even paler as the Lunar made it clear she wasn't impressed with their escorts. "Apologies for Lady Astrid's lack of decorum, but she is correct that we are on an urgent matter for the Western Censor; a matter he would be undoubtedly grateful to have resolved sooner rather than later; if you would be so kind as to escort us to see Lady Sikunare?" With a gracious smile, he hoped that a sense of duty and a healthy fear of the not entirely sane barbarian would be enough to keep the shark spirit from starting a pointless fight.

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