Jag killed by Dragon Blooded
Black Sun suicide at Void of desire
The banquet hall off to the side of the Deliberative chambers are a spectacularly impressive show of wealth and poor taste. Chandeliers made with glow stones, Orichalcum, Moonsilver and Starmetal, all polished to a mirror finish. The panels of the wall worked jade with inlaid magical materials show scenes of the epic times, the overthrow of the Primordials. You are not sure that they were made by anyone present, if indeed anyone here was alive for those battles.
The feast is a more elaborate affair than they have been in the past. There is nothing here that is less than complex. The rumours were that the opening soup was made with no less than five meats made from animals hybridized from two disparate biomes. A fish and a bird, ice lemurs with sun lizards etc. The constant dare to survive greater and greater inedible foods and toxins so that you can experience greater highs.
It is the perennial question about how to increase the potency of various drugs so that they work on bodies that resist the effects of drugs and vices that kill mortals.
The current cocktail that is making the rounds is really quite potent. The hallucinations that are bubbling through your subconscious are almost affecting your judgement. Across the way do you see Terrestrial servitors actually pulling weapons? They are wearing armour? You are nudged from behind. Your breast parts open as a large blade slides out your front… cool.
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Travel down to the depths of the Labyrinth posed no challenge. The ghosts and other things make a wide berth around you having learned, seen, heard rumours of you. Those that seek Oblivion find it by crossing your path. The narrow passage that leads to her sarcophagi is beyond all wonder. The last few years you have communed with her have been fruitful. You have bargained with her and you have made the perfect deal. You will be the sole Champion of Void of Desire, you will fight to destroy Creation in her name, but your only stipulation is that you will retain all of your memories, so that you can best carry out those plans.
You who made Void of Desire, she will remake you and together you will seek Oblivion as one. You know that making it clear your only price is your memories, you know for sure that it is the one thing she will destroy outright. She will double cross you. You have taken steps though.
There is the book. There is the Memory Crystal on your person. There is the repositories you left in your Manse in the North, under the waves. There is the Manse in Chaya. The cache in Whitewall. The cache in Rathess. The one in Darkmist. The dozens of clues you have seeded Creation with that will lead you to your destiny, that will lead you to the end of all. Your plan to move the twelve simpleton Deathlords to where they need to go.
You rest at the bottom of your soon to be unmarked grave with your final ciphered messages and your most excellent artifacts. The Cloak of Shadows, your blade Last Cut, and the Mask of Eternity. Last Cut drawn and reversed. You thrust it into your heart. Your last seconds you fall across the trip wire and activate the avalanche, burying you…
Nix killed by Mnemon Di-YÄ«
The sweaty jungles of An-Teng are like none other in Creation. There are many that are more hazardous, and there are many that are darker and more beautiful, but the rest are far away from civilization and far from where people are. In An-Teng, if you step off the millennially worn path between cities, you will find yourself in places that have not been trod on ever.
You said your good-byes to your family and your clan. The expedition to search the jungle wastes has been funded by one of the great Dynastic Houses of the Realm, the Great House Mnemon, and the prime scion of the house will be the leader. Your ancestral lands being close to the site your family's holdings were chosen to be the starting place.
Great Lord Prince of the Earth Mnemon Di-YÄ« is not what you expected. He is more humble and closer to the ground than any Great Dragon Blooded you have ever met. He saved you from a tree Jaguar that leapt down at you while leading the way. He has told you that you can stand in his presence and I should look to his eyes when I speak to him, not that you would ever show such disrespect.
It took the expedition three days to cut through half league of jungle, and most of that with the Honoured Mnemon Di-YÄ« obliterating the jungle before his mighty White Jade Tetsubo. Only about fifteen of the men died, I expected much more.
We found the Great Manse, still intact as it was from the First Age. The great entrance was cleared. The main expedition went in search for the entrance, but the carvings on the side intrigued me. The carvings told a story and the story was plain before my eyes. I walked beside the Manse and found a passage that lead into the centre. There was a chamber with a great Gemstone calling me. It was a grand Emerald. I grasped hold of it and I felt Great power. The chamber was wide and expansive, but was lit by a light that seemed to come from me. Power and lore trickled into your head. You heard movement and something impacted you. Rolling onto your back you see Mnemon Di-YÄ«'s Tetsubo crashing into your skull…
Akri killed by Dragon Blooded
The days of Calibration are the days of great Festivities across Creation. Prayers for Five Days of Darkness. for Solar Invictus and Luna. The Solar Deliberative meets in the great halls for the Feasts. You know that initially it was all about preventing wayward Solar Exalted for calling forth demons on this day, but has ended in a great party for all. You do not get to go this year, because someone has to be around incase something goes wrong, but you consider once every five years that you should learn to summon Third Circle Demons, just so that you are not here, floating away from the party. You know that your Circlemates are going to tell you that this was the best one of the century. Looking to the North and West you see the great Shadow of The Pole of Earth with its halo of the greatest city of all around it.
There are some advantages to being far in the Provincial regions of the South. You did arrange for ten of the most beautiful Terrestrial Exalted to help you pass the time. The first five were very helpful in that way. They passed you wine infused with intoxicants, the kind that they would be serving tonight at the Feast. Your advisor from the Ministry of War in Heaven had something to do with that. You mentally bored to thank that liaison personally.
Five replacement Exalts for the ones that you just exhausted out just arrived, unforgivably still girded for battle. You would have to discipline them for this breach of etiquette, probably all night long. A wispy spirit came skirting in to the room from the window, a message from your Lunar Mate, the special way she casts that spell gives all her spirits a distinctive shine of burnished copper. "BETRAYAL," the message starts, "TERRESTRIAL AND SIDEREAL BETRAYAL…" the message drones on, but you do not hear. Initial attacks are parried, your side is scored by sorcerous venom. Soon the lovelies that you wanted just a few seconds ago, are all fucked up, many times worse.
Moments later, the mountainous fortress of the Southern quadrant, careens out of the sky scarring the landscape and Creation in a way that won't ever heal.
Messenger killed by Dragon Blooded
The Banquet held at Calibration every year was always the premier event of the social calendar. Attendance has always been mandatory unless there were other affairs of State to attend to. Demon Cult activity is always highest at this time of year, and the attendance of the Adamant Circle Sorcerers was always mandatory, all of them are in attendance this Calibration, so you were not needed to keep tabs on them. So you are here.
It hits you then how much you hate these people. Most of your time the past few decades has been you keeping tabs on these people. Making sure that they are not spawning Demon cults or turning their subjects into crystal statuary. Lawn ornaments aside, a lot of these people are really vicious people. Millennia ago you knew many of them and they were good people, but lately they have become despicable. Five of the last six thoughts have been about slipping poison in some of these people's drinks, but you know that they like you can resist the most toxic venom known to the gods. Still you dream.
Stuck in this reverie that seems to occupy most of your life recently, you almost fail to react as the banquet erupts around you. You dodged the blow aimed at your back. The blades of five Terrestrial servitors pass through your form. Surprise Anticipation Method, Flow like Blood, and your weapon recalled from Elsewhere, your body girded for battle.
Of the participants of the Banquet, only a few dozen broke free of its confines. The Battle rages across the City, the Largest city in Creation. Your personal battle is waged under the city itself. The great halo around the Pole of Earth where the city sits, and engineering marvel of the ages, but for you, the only place where you won't kill millions as you battle these ungrateful jackals. Your upside down perch trembles and quakes as you battle a hundred in Celestial Battle Armour. The halo jerks and you are in free fall. The city of a hundred million has broken away from the Mountain and it is falling. You know you can't survive this. The Terrestrial betrayed splatter across the falling city bottom. You leap the ten miles to the ground beneath you and prepare to bound to safety. Not many claim that they died by being hit by a city… before today.
Practitioner killed by Sidereal MA
The banquet has always been the low point of your social Calendar, this has been the best one that you can remember though. The soup you suppose was foreshadowing: ten poisonous creatures bred together into five chimera of living things fish with bird, soil creature with fire creature and so on. The soup needed more salt. The serving of the dry crackers to cleanse the palette was supposed to make up for the next helping of Terrestrial betrayal. What Excitement!
The glee that you felt as tired acquaintances were soon to be renewed in the new cycle, after you wiped the betrayers out completely. You found it surprising that how many of your compatriots had not anticipated betrayal. Such a simple charm, Surprise Anticipation Method, your attackers blades turned from your impregnable skin. Calling forth a swirling barrier of blades that mowed down your attackers and a few of your friends, well no matter.
A few moments later your pursuing enemies were choking on their lungs, and spell you had been itching to use for decades but never had a good time to do so. Before you stood two of the Five Score Fellowship. Ready for battle before you with their fabled 'superior' martial arts.
You tossed the pebble of essence that you had just spent time working on at them. They parried it towards the city below the summit where you fought. You would have to rebuild it after you defeated these idiots. The battle raged a few seconds before your city triggered and annihilated the capital city of the world. Would anyone remember that you killed so many…