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An innocent and curious witch is looking up at you, with eyes so bright that they almost contain as many stars as your hair does. However, while you do want ghost cultivation to spread, nothing good will come from giving away a blueprint or step by step guide for other daoists to practice, making it easy or cheap goes against your ambition and would kneecap these young, newly minted ghost fanatics before they could even dream of retracing your steps through the graveyard! In a mischievous mood, and wanting to scare off those dabblers who were only caught up in the excitement and don't really have the mindset or half the courage necessary to follow the Dao of Ghosts, let along the dao of grudges as well, you decide to give the students from the other sects a little scare.
"Here is one" You say, beckoning the excited witch closer, not missing the smug look she shoots her martial siblings and peers from other sects. Her confidence and big head both deflate as you slap an open palm on her meager chest and use a principle you use to trap rebellious or annoying ghosts into specially prepared pots or boxes, trapping them inside. But rather than forcing something in, or pushing your way to take residence yourself, you instead grab hold of her soul directly, covering your hand in a gossamer thin glove of pure ghostly yin Qi as you grab and yank out her soul.
"This" You tell the flaring, living soul in your palm, spreading out just enough ghostly yin Qi into the air to pull down the curtains between life and death enough for the other disciples trusted to you to see her as her body goes limp and falls into your arms "Is what it feels like to be a wandering soul"
Cooing and purring, you stroke and pet the soul held in your hand, eyes glowing with gravetorch fire as the rest of the crowd of novices goes quieter than an empty grave. "Isn't the sensation enlightening?"
You stare down into the witch's spirit, cackle and shove her back into her mortal vessel, the red strings tying her soul to her body going slack the moment you release your grip on her soul. Then you drop her, leaving her to blink awake as her body remembers it is supposed to be alive, her sun kissed cheeks drained of color and a bit of drool crawling out of the corner of her mouth. Certain you've taught her a lesson in prudence, you turn to face the other students whose eyes flick between her and you as you place your hands on your hips and cackle as creepily as you can manage, while haughtily declaring "Heh-Heh-Heh! I'll do it for free, if any of the rest of you wish to experience it"
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MC info Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/x5rCdZpq
Sect/ disciple info Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1A0Yghkqs4WxALnnlVJ2uPpphQk9NQ4ME32DzC1qWp7Q/edit?usp=sharing
Folklore: https://pastebin.com/AnbsrDcd
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An innocent and curious witch is looking up at you, with eyes so bright that they almost contain as many stars as your hair does. However, while you do want ghost cultivation to spread, nothing good will come from giving away a blueprint or step by step guide for other daoists to practice, making it easy or cheap goes against your ambition and would kneecap these young, newly minted ghost fanatics before they could even dream of retracing your steps through the graveyard! In a mischievous mood, and wanting to scare off those dabblers who were only caught up in the excitement and don't really have the mindset or half the courage necessary to follow the Dao of Ghosts, let along the dao of grudges as well, you decide to give the students from the other sects a little scare.
"Here is one" You say, beckoning the excited witch closer, not missing the smug look she shoots her martial siblings and peers from other sects. Her confidence and big head both deflate as you slap an open palm on her meager chest and use a principle you use to trap rebellious or annoying ghosts into specially prepared pots or boxes, trapping them inside. But rather than forcing something in, or pushing your way to take residence yourself, you instead grab hold of her soul directly, covering your hand in a gossamer thin glove of pure ghostly yin Qi as you grab and yank out her soul.
"This" You tell the flaring, living soul in your palm, spreading out just enough ghostly yin Qi into the air to pull down the curtains between life and death enough for the other disciples trusted to you to see her as her body goes limp and falls into your arms "Is what it feels like to be a wandering soul"
Cooing and purring, you stroke and pet the soul held in your hand, eyes glowing with gravetorch fire as the rest of the crowd of novices goes quieter than an empty grave. "Isn't the sensation enlightening?"
You stare down into the witch's spirit, cackle and shove her back into her mortal vessel, the red strings tying her soul to her body going slack the moment you release your grip on her soul. Then you drop her, leaving her to blink awake as her body remembers it is supposed to be alive, her sun kissed cheeks drained of color and a bit of drool crawling out of the corner of her mouth. Certain you've taught her a lesson in prudence, you turn to face the other students whose eyes flick between her and you as you place your hands on your hips and cackle as creepily as you can manage, while haughtily declaring "Heh-Heh-Heh! I'll do it for free, if any of the rest of you wish to experience it"
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