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It's the 747th year of the Empress' Calendar. The months of Ascending Fire fill the air with heat and humidity. Even on the Blessed Isle, which typically enjoys moderate temperatures all year, the citizens suffer as the night fails to bring them sweet relief. But few are in so much pain as one of the scions of House Mnemon. This woman of unusually pure blood, for one born outside The Realm at least, married into the house just a decade ago. Her husband, grandson and direct descendant of Mnemon herself, paces back and forth outside her room. He stops only when a howl is heard from inside. His hand lays on the hilt of his sword, though it is of little use now. Powerless, he turns his attention inwards and does the one thing he hasn't done since he was but a child, and prays to the Elemental Dragons for fortune. Inside his wife fights what is, undoubtedly, the most important battle of her entire life. She must bring the newest Prince of the Earth to Creation, it is her duty. But she does not fight alone. By her side are four midwives, two dozen servants, two astrologers waiting for the miracle to happen, and even a sorcerer, one of her husbands relatives here to assist if needed. It is a long, drawn out battle that rages for hours on end, but finally, after much pain the first cries of the newborn prince much of the tension vanishes from the room. Already the astrologers frantically scurry to record the exact second and date of the child's birth, so they may create a horoscope for it and divine its future. "The birth happened at night, when the sky was clear. Most auspicious. And look: a shooting star, good omen. Ah, and it was born under the sign of The Banner in its ascending aspect! The child is assured to have a most grand destiny indeed!" "M-Master? If one shooting star is auspicious, what does two mean?" "What? By the dragons! That means-" The lady of the house almost immediately began screaming once more. Another baby was on its way. Twins they are. This second one however came out much quicker. The midwives joked about how it must be missing its sibling. But some of the servants were worried. The Scarlet Dynasty always welcomed multiple births, as it means more dragons. But some more superstitious, some would say "heretical", people think it a bad sign. Some folk tales speak of the favor of Heaven being divided between the two, or one receiving nothing but good fortune while the other only ill. The Dynasts pay little attention for such nonsense. "How… are they?" The lady dynast asked, exhausted beyond words. "They are fine, mistress.">One of them was a boy, the other a girl (Male MC) >Both were girls (Female MC
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>>6052077 I'm just saiyan'.
There are plenty of Artifacts of supreme bullshittery that can give sorcery a run for its money. Especially advanced magitech.
Especially if one uses Evocations, which I might because it's one of the few good ideas in 3e
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As he finished up with the "cleanup" Jet moved closer to Ena and cleared his throat loudly to get her to look up from her reading material. She jumps nervously and gives him an inquisitive look. "Oh I'm sorry. I get a bit too absorbed when I read. Need me for something?" "I recall you mentioning when we first met that your family only allows truly exceptional individuals to attend the five schools." "P-Pardon?" "You never mentioned that you attended the Heptagram. You must be a true prodigy then!" "Oh. I'm really not. I did not study on the Blessed Isle. Like I said, our family home-schools us. That includes initiation into sorcery, should someone show affinity for it. We sort of have our own small society of magic." The Infernal was surprised. It suddenly made sense why neither she, nor anyone else mentioned Ena is a sorceress. Officially licensed sorcerers are the only ones recognized by the Realm, and attending the Heptagram is the only way to receive such authorization. What the Catala are doing is a big breach in Realm law, especially since every graduate of the sorcerous school owes one obligation to the Empress that they must perform when called upon, which could be anything. Effectively they are ducking out of the responsibility that all other sorcerers are beholden to. And them not being able to afford it is no excuse. "I see. Worry not. Seeing how I'm part Catala now, your family secrets are safe with me. But please, do entertain me a bit. What's it like? Casting spells I mean. My only exposure to sorcery was seeing a few relatives escorted by demons from a distance." "I'm afraid I can't help you with that. It's... hard to explain even to non-sorcerers. I can't begin to imagine what it'd be like for someone who can't even use Essence. When you first enlighten it's like awakening to a sense you did not have before and see things from a new perspective. To become a sorcerer one must first fulfill three things. They must have ample essence of their own, so that their own can subjugate the essence around them, like how the course of a river is altered when it enters a bigger one. Second, they must have a strong will to impose it upon Creation and its laws. And third they must immerse themselves in the study of the occult, to truly understand and comprehend what new senses they awakened to. Only once a person fulfills these requirements can they have a chance of becoming a sorcerer by undertaking the Five Ordeals." "I've never heard of that before."
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"It's not something sorcerers speak of. It's... not pleasant. A sorcerer must know humility, they must come to terms with their own shortcomings and resolve to do something about it. Then they must embark on a journey in search of self betterment. On their journey they must find a tutor, someone or something that can teach them the secrets of sorcery. And they must know and confront fear. These four steps may be taken in any order, and even without knowing. But the final one must always be sacrifice. You must give up something and make a hole in yourself for the capacity for sorcery to occupy. And it must be something you would not want to give up, otherwise it's not a sacrifice." "That... seems rather mundane." "Yes. More so in hindsight. I thought it'd be a grander thing. But it isn't. I heard tales of Sorcerers spontaneously awakening when they made a sacrifice. They never realized they've done the first four steps already. However it's unmistakable when it happens. After the sacrifice things... change. One not only sees and feels Essence, but how it weaves and interlocks into patterns. And understands how to do it themselves. But it's hard and takes a lot of studying. I myself can only cast a few more spells." "Hmmm. Interesting. I always assumed the whole thing involved long, drawn out rituals and consuming all kinds of strange substances." "No. That's more of a thaumaturgy thing. Some spells do require such procedures though." Ena takes a deep breath and then sighs. "But I hope you do not resent me for this. Or that I kept it a secret from you." Jet let out a smile but he was struggling internally. If only she knew the things he's keeping from her. "I'm not in the position to judge one of the chosen. And like I said, I understand. Your secrets are safe with me Ena. That I can promise." "Aww. That's cute. They are bonding." Jet hears a voice in his mind and his soul shrivels up like a raisin. "Dragons preserve me, I thought I was finally free of you." "No such luck I'm afraid. My job is to ensure you get the education you clearly need. You being a detestable bastard only means I'll let you suffer without my assistance until you crawl back and beg for my forgiveness." "In your dreams, demon. Now be gone." "Oh I will. But only when I'm done. Remember I know of everything that goes on in your noggin' whether you like it or not. You were thinking about learning sorcery from her by pretending you've become an enlightened mortal. Not a bad idea. But unnecessary. Why lower yourself to her level when you are so much above her in potency?" "Because I'd rather trust my kin than you. If that isn't obvious, then you're more foolish than I thought."
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"If you wish to squander your great potential, go ahead. But know that poor little Ena, though not wrong, is horribly lacking in knowledge. Not her fault, mind you. She's just a Terrestrial. You see, sorcery comes in layers. The three Circles of Sorcery are divided between Terrestrial, Celestial and Solar. Like the Exalted. Otherwise known as the Circles of Emerald, Sapphire and Adamant. Poor Ena, being a dragon-blooded, will never be able to go beyond the circle of Emerald without some powerful external aid. You, however, have no ceilings to speak of and could potentially master spells of even the mighty third circle." "Nice try. But I'm not interested in learning whatever infernal sorcery nonsense you want to saddle me with." "Infernal sorcery." Markolab scoffs. "Sorcery is sorcery, no matter the source. And at least with us, you'd be learning the true arts and not the bastardized version you mortals stole from us." "Why is it that every time you open your mouth it's always "Actually, we know the true ways of that"? It's getting tiresome." "That tends to happen when one speaks about those who forged all of Creation from the primordial chaos, moron. Sorcery was the tool the Yozi created to facilitate the shaping of reality. What you mortals and Exalts use is what you took from us. But it's not all bad. Since you stole the flame of sorcery many, many more demons have entered Creation. Which suits us just fine. But in any case, infernal sorcery is not that different. Both it and yours have access to the same powers. But mortal sorcery is more generic, whilst Yozi spellcasting has some upsides and downsides. Each Yozi has their own way of viewing the cosmos and imposing their will upon it. Using their methods shapes the spell into forms more in-tune with the particular Yozi whose method you emulate. And spells fitting that Yozis nature are easier and more potent to cast. While those against their nature are harder, or sometimes outright impossible. But that limitation is easy enough to bypass by learning multiple sorcerous enlightenments from different Yozi. Malfeas for example excels in destruction but can not cast spells that bring peace. Cecelyne can dominate and bind others to her will easier but can not conjure food or water." "What about that of Szoreny?" "You really need to diversify your portfolio..." "Why? As far as I'm aware it's better for an Exalt to specialize in a given field, and let his comrades make up for his shortcomings."
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"Yes. That is a wise approach. And it served as the backbone of the Exalted Hosts efficacy for virtually all its existence. Five specialist Exalts in a Circle or the "Sworn Brotherhoods" your dragon-blooded cousins so like are worth exponentially more than five Exalt generalists. Sadly you do not have the luxury of relying on others I'm afraid. You have precious few brothers and sisters, so Circles forming among them is a rare thing indeed. Thus I recommend you dip into a bit of everything so you become self-reliant." "You said precious few. How many are we talking about exactly?" "49." "That's a bit sad, isn't it?" "We work with what we have. Including you." The demon's voice then fades back into the background and Jet fully returns his attention to reality. They've managed to finish clearing the road of refuse and they are ready to depart once more, with their prisoner in tow. Continuing their journey they went into a forest, just as the sun was about to set and they decided to make camp before it got too dark. They've erected a tent, made a fire and cooked some food. After everyone, but their captive whom they've tied to the trunk of a tree, ate, they've all withdrawn to their shared tent for the night. But once the girls were long asleep Jet quietly rose from his bedroll and went outside both to relieve himself and to take care of some business. A little while later he approached the bound and gagged bandit and slapped him awake. The man grunted and groaned at him even as Jet raised a finger to his own mouth and hushed him to silence. "Be quiet or I'm killing you." He whispered but the man kept struggling. Finally he had enough and the black circle opened on Jet's forehead, filling the area with a faint green luminescence and a darkness that made the night look bright in comparison. The brigand fell silent and stiff as a statue right away as he realized he was looking at an Anathema. "Good. Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to cut you down and you'll start running towards the nearest town. You're going to tell them that I am coming, that they will kneel before me or be destroyed. I will take over the entire Scavenger Lands and nothing will stop me, not the Realm, not Lookshy, not the Confederation of Rivers. So run! Tell everyone!" With a cut from a knife he looted off of his buddies Jet cuts the bandit leader free, who takes off whilst he's still gagged and his hands are still bound. He does not get far however as right after jumping over a shrub he flies high up into the air, as his leg got caught in a snare and the trap Jet set previously sprung. Casually the Fiend walked over and dropped the knife on the ground below the dangling man with a smirk. "Well, it was a good effort." He then left the man to his fate. Given how his heart must be racing right now, he'll suffocate pretty soon from hanging upside down and the blood rushing to his head. "How did you know he was going to run that way?" The demon asked, confused.
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>>6052347 Markolab once again proving to be just the best side character.
Its even funnier that all they can do is insult eachother. Neither can hurt the other with anything but words.
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"I tied him down so on one side he'd have our camp, and me on the other. He had no other place to run to." "Devious. I like it. How does it feel?" "Shut up." He did not want to give the demon the satisfaction of admitting that it does in fact feel quite good. >Current Torment: 0 Jet returned to the tent like nothing happened before and the next morning Kaya and Ena found the man hanged by his ankles. "Tits of the Empress. I thought I searched him thoroughly." "H-How did he get up there?" Jet shrugged. "I set up a trap so we might catch some game for the journey." "The fuck kind of game did you want to catch, Jet? Venison? Bah. No matter. Good thing you're senseless when it comes to this. Who knows what would've happened if this cunt ran away? Right Ena?" "R-Right..." Jet and Kaya packed their bags, while Ena stayed with the body to get him down and give him a proper burial. The trio then got back on their carriage and continued their journey, now a fair bit lighter. For a few days things were rather uneventful, allowing the dynasts to take in the natural beauty and serenity of the Threshold, Jet more so than the others. This goes on until they reach a somewhat larger city, which they reached after passing by several farms and rice paddies on the outskirts. Jet did not pay much attention to them, but he guesstimated that the province was quite wealthy, given its natural abundance of resources. After paying off the guards for entry the three managed to enter after tying their cart down near the stables. Though it was no Imperial City, it was refreshing to see a bustling city after spending so long on the road with little to no human contact. “SNIFF! AH! Smell that air? Finally! Civilization! I’m gonna hit the tavern! Anyone wants to come with?” “A-Actually I want to see if they have a library or such and if they have any scrolls I could look at.” Jet sighed. “Fine. Then I guess I’ll handle buying the supplies.” They split up almost immediately and Jet went off with his mental checklist of what exactly they needed to stock up on. But even a man as focused as him can’t help but have his mind wander a bit after so many days in virtual isolation, and frankly he’d do anything rather than spend another minute with those two right now. The stench was getting unbearable.
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On the way to the store he spotted several vagrants laying about on the street. Normally he’d chastise them for being lazy good for nothing bums, but they were clearly starving and many of them bore some sort of illness. Strange, he thought, in a place that’s this prosperous. On the other hand, the demon in his head got way too excited about a street full of street performers. “Jet! Do you hear that? Music! Ah, what a sweet balm for the soul. Go there! I want to listen! I want… to dance!” He listened just out of curiosity, and sure enough, the songs they played were indeed pleasing to the ear. But he found it strange that a demon would appreciate such a thing.>He took a closer look at those in need and decided to help them >He begrudgingly went along with the demons wish >Custom (Insert an activity you’d like to do)
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>>6052369 >Toss our coadjucator a bone and listen to the music. >While we relax, begin to assess how long it would take for the houses to notice our take over Anonymous
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>>6052368 >The stench was getting unbearable. we need a bath ?
>>6052369 >He took a closer look at those in need and decided to help them Anonymous
>>6052369 >He begrudgingly went along with the demons wish >Keep a mental note on how the homeless people look and where they are, so later at mid day or un the night we can help them. I say we should make use of our shape shifting powers, get out of the city and get in. Unless we do this at night, but the point of this is so that those people in need don't remember a young Dynast helping them out and maybe give that information to someone of Ena's House, after all there was a Sideral looking for us the day we came back, there should be at least someone keeping some activity on what Jet is doing, we just need to look like an average dude, give some food, ask stuff and get out
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>>6052369 Gonna +1
>>6052388 , this is the kind of intel we need.
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>>6052369 These homeless smell like a plot hook that could let us get a handle on the local politics On the other hand I wonder if the music could come from some exalted that puts essence into their songs. Another Infernal exalted? A solar, or some other flavor of possible companion? I'm conflicted but I'll choose music.
>He begrudgingly went along with the demons wish Checking the homeless out later in a different identity does sound pretty good too if there's time.
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Jet practically rolled his eyes but decided to acquiesce to the demon’s wish. Primarily because a Dynast with a heavy high-realm accent aiding the poor would attract a lot of unwanted attention. But he made a mental note to return after adjusting his disguise a little. He turned towards the music with a deep exhalation. “Fine. I’ll listen to some of the damned music. Can’t be that fun…” As soon as he reached the square where buskers were however, and not in the street where he only heard a mere fraction of the notes, Jet froze. The totality of the song finally hit him, with the notes forming a harmonious whole and reverberating in his chest. His heart started beating to the rhythm to the drums, his bones rang in tune with the string and brass instruments. “By the Dragons, yes!” The demon cackled within him. “Yes! The rhythm Jet! Let it loose!” “But how?” He spoke aloud, forgetting about even himself and his precarious situation with the voice in his head. “T-This is not at all like the refined music at home! I only know how to dance in a ball room!” “You don’t dance with your legs, idiot! You dance with your heart! It already knows what to do, so let it! Let go!” Markolab did not speak another word, instead he started vocalizing the bass of the music like a metronome to guide his infernal master. The stimulation got too much and Jets body started moving on its own, or rather he started moving without a care in the world or the desire to stop. He raised his arms, drawing a full circle before throwing them forward. He stepped out of the crowd and into the open with every part of him moving unceasingly. Left, right, up, forward, backward, spin. His legs and arms moved harmoniously but in a wild fashion to the pace of the music. At first the onlookers pointed and laughed at his foolish display but their jeers slowly turned into awe as the musicians noticed Jet, and feeling his excitement upped the pace themselves. The dynasts movements followed suit, becoming faster, wilder and less inhibited. Every note the performers hit was reflected in his movements. It was an uncanny sight. Were one to try to determine, they wouldn’t be able to tell if they were puppeteering him on strings or if somehow the dancers moves were the ones making the music.
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What nobody, not even Jet himself realized, was that the square was beginning to fill with a subtly sweet fragrance. This pollen scattered the rays of the sun shining down on the city, breaking them in such a way as to illuminate the dancer, making him look like the whole of Creation itself was his stage, and he was the star on it. The onlookers were slowly getting enchanted, most felt the image of the dancer being engraved in their minds, they would dream of him for many nights to come and have his visage fill their dreams with joy. A few others, those who felt the subtle pull of the music before but did not act on it due to shame, societal pressure or the need to be elsewhere joined in, their bodies beginning to move to reflect their true desires. It started to feel like the city was about to break out in a fever of dance and impromptu celebration out of nowhere until the Unwoven Coadjutors words rang out in Jet’s head once more. “Hey! HEY! JET! Your disguise is slipping!” “Wha-” The dynast looked down and saw the shadow covering him rippling, as if it too wanted to join in on the dance. But that was not all. His fingers were starting to bend wrong, due to him moving to express himself in ways the human body simply can’t and he realized that the whole square is saturated in his essence due to his control slipping. “Shit!” He stopped abruptly, ran to the buskers to throw a few coins in their basket and bolted out of the area. Running into an empty alleyway he smashed his own back against the wall of a building and tried to calm his still racing heart. “What the hell was that? Did someone try to take control of me?” “Music happened my dear Jet, music. Pretty good too, though not my preferred genre. But that fucking piper did play false and missed a few notes. Normally I’d urge you to go back and tear off his head so you can shit down his neck, but given the circumstances I’d say we should lay low.” “What?” “What what? What do you not get? Have you ever heard music before?” “Music doesn’t do that! I felt… lost.” “Ah, well that’s mortals. You’re part demon now, remember? My bits are in you. And we love music. Dance too, but dance is just music given form. Music is the one thing, the only thing, still holy to each and every one of us. Even after thousands of years of pain and suffering the pure beauty of music is still the one thing the Exalted can never take from us. And it will always bring us solace. When we hear music, good music, we dance and when we dance magic happens. You’ve not lived until you cavorted with us demons on the streets of the Brass City, where one and all dance in tune, becoming one with the music itself, regardless of class or status. Ah… sometimes I do miss home.”
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Sadly something came up but I didn't wish to leave you with nothing today. I'll have to finish the update tomorrow.
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>>6052764 I hope nothing bad happened, QM
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>>6051641 Jet needs a custom robe with some long and deep sleeves. Give it some pockets to hold the firewands or atleast some reloads, and open enough near the torso that one of the extra mercury limbs can sprout and be obscured inside. He shoots the firewand, draws it back into the sleeve where the extra arm can reload it, then hes good to shoot again and again, especially with a second firewand in the left hand. Maybe a few throwing knives in there too. Then learn some alchemy to make custom firewand shots, like a smokescreen shot to obscure the area incase he needs to go full throttle in the open. How hard is it to learn alchemy and one of the yozi we seem well aligned with liked alchemy right?
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>>6052829 I had a bit of an accident yesterday and threw up. But I'm okay now, thank you for asking
>>6053559 Funnily enough that's exactly the kind of design I was going to go with.
>picrel And yes, Szoreny is the alchemy dude. And it'd be trivial to develop those powers but it would come at a cost
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“Shit… Shit! I did not want to attract any attention! I wanted to lay low and get a read on the city!” “Heh. Well you can kiss those ambitions goodbye. I think you made quite an impression. Better take a breather for now and adjust your form if you wish to not be recognized.” “Sigh. Better get going then. I still need to buy supplies then… I don’t know. I’ll just crawl in the cart and sleep there for the night. Or something.” Once he sufficiently calmed down he made his way back to the market where he purchased everything they’d need. While at it he tried to hit up the merchants to try and squeeze some information about exactly who owns these lands, but they were either not locals or they gave vague replies like “the Dynasty” or “the Realm”. It’s no wonder. For the citizens of the Threshold it matters little what family crest the ones ruling them bear. All they see is the black helmed guardians of the realm and the tax collectors. Where their money is funneled is irrelevant to them. If he wanted to find out exactly whose toes he might be stepping on if he acts out, then he’d need to visit one of the local institutions or perhaps even the Satrap itself to make an inquiry. Which may not be the smartest thing to do, nobody would appreciate a foreign dynast poking their nose in their business. After he had everything he needed Jet carried his sack of goods back to the cart and stashed it away. “Right. Time to find the others…” But as he re-entered the city Jet saw something that gave him mixed feelings. Where there was a large, dancing crowd in the middle of the square just a few minutes ago now had only the town guard beating people into submission, while anyone they hadn't started hitting with their clubs scattered like vermin. “What are they doing?” “I believe it is called “beatings”. My, just look at them go. It always brings joy to the heart when one sees someone do their job with such enthusiasm! It’s quite inspiring.” Jet grabs the hand of a man that was fleeing the scene and starts interrogating him. “Hey! You! What’s going on here?” “I-It’s you! You’re the dancing man!” “Answer my damn question! What are the black helms doing?” “T-They started arresting people for disrupting public peace! Y-You should start running as well. I think they’re looking for you.” Jet scoffed and let the man go. He couldn’t believe they’d go this far for something so minor. And that they are looking for him? Presumably to punish him as well for starting it all. He looked at the group of armed guards and began gritting his teeth.>He went there and gave them a taste of their own medicine >He revealed himself to give a piece of his mind to these brutes >He decided it was time for a change in appearance >He went to find Kaya and Ena before something happened to them >Custom
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>>6053595 >He decided it was time for a change in appearance Anonymous
>>6053595 >He decided it was time for a change in appearance >He went there and gave them a taste of their own medicine >"You dare ruin this party? Are you courting death? What kind of shitty house lets their dogs bark so brazenly into the streets?" Change our appearance to someone else, a burlier person, complete with a scarred eye someone who cannot be jet mnemon then beat the info on who's running this place and everything they can muster out cause corrupt guards equal corrupt officials then dissappear into the wind like it never happened. Information and an untraceable identity, plus good punching practice.
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>>6053643 Genius.
BEAT THESE MOTHERFUCKERS TO A PULP. FOR INFORMATION!
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>>6053643 >Change our appearance to someone else, a burlier person, complete with a scarred eye Scarred eye is doable but you can't become much bulkier than you already are. Loom Snarling Deception, the charm Jet uses, can do about 10% deviation in mass and height in both directions. Cosmetic things like the scar are doable though. So is switching genders, but at the end of the day it's a disguise, not shapeshifting
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>>6053730 Kay, just make a distinguished look that's unmissable so if they're looking for "jet" they'll go on a goose chase about a man with a scarred eye,
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>>6053730 How about his voice? Does he have to pitch it down or up himself or does the charm do a bit of work?
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>>6053739 That was a good question and I had to look it up. I'd say it does, since it does allow one to look like the opposite gender and even comes with a fake Destiny on top, so it'd be silly if it couldn't supply a voice as well
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>>6053595 >He went to find Kaya and Ena before something happened to them The Loom
Left arm feels a bit numb. Might have carpal tunnel. Gonna take it easy with the writing for a bit
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>>6053595 >>6053643 >>6053730 Making even more chaos? Check. Making it even more confusing with some mystery dynast beating up the local fuzz? Check.
Make it happen captain
>>6054225 Take a break QM. So I'm wondering, is it only good music that will make Jet want to dance? Or would he dance to bad music as well. If he organizes events he will need to have a designated bad band so he doesnt wind up dancing or straining himself to not do so.
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>>6054273 Demons hate bad music so fucking much sorcerers are frequently baffled when their blood apes who live for fighting and bloodshed will just stop participating in combat to tell the drummer boy to kill himself because he can't keep a rhythm if his life depends on it
This is true for every demon, save for Adorjan who hates loud noises
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>>6054225 Hope you get better qm
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>>6054273 >>6054284 Okay gang, hear me out. I can't remember if Dynasts need some extra permit or something to summon demons to fight, or if we need to be Sorcerers so the people don't come for our heads, in which case we can do that and try to convince people we're sorcerers.
Once we get that, we can:
>Grab a platoon of the most talented musician in our army >Give them high quality instruments and good enough armor for combat. >Practice formations and write partitures so during combat, our army can make a whole symphony that signals different commands but it doesn't break the song flows >Summon different kinds of demons >Profit Imagine your whole army being demolished and cannibalized by some other Dynast while you're hearing them play Moonlight Sonata or some shit like that
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>>6054284 What if you know your enemy uses a bunch of demons and so you set up a bunch of bad musician distractions to take them away from the battle lol
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>>6056321 The gubbermint got to him and chopped of his hands
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>>6056325 Well, at least he can run the quest with text to speech
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>>6054284 >>6053559 Hope you're doing alright Loom.
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>>6057612 >>6056333 >>6056321 >Hope you're doing alright no
this is near midnight
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>>6057863 OP is european, zam
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I will come back with a new thread, promise. Just... not until the most minute amount of thinking results in my brain startin to boil. Forecast says the end of next week might bring some relief
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>>6058241 Don't worry take your time
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>>6058241 Hope that heatwave is over Loom, what would Jet do if he was hit by a heatwave? Kaya powered AC? Alchemy Gatorade? Sex with his wife and he goes into a catatonic state until the heat goes away?
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LOOM, COME BACK, IT'S BEEN MORE THAN A WEEK, PLEASE LOOM COME BACK, YOU AREN'T AN ICE CREAM TO MELT IN 20 MINUTES
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>>6065701 >>6065701 >>6065701 New thread here. Now that the weather eased up a little and I'm not horribly hung over from the weekend. Apologies for the delay but we really did experience one mean motherfucker of a weather these past weeks