Mmph.
First Exalted game tonight. I have some quotes for later. But basically...
The PC's show up in this tavern where they were all instructed to meet 2 hours past noon. Jeremy behaved like an Absolute Arrogant Ass (his character concept), and everybody else was kind of glaring at him. They were given their assignment (find out what happened to some stray Guild caravans that Therea wanted to raid herself and was pissed that someone else was making them go astray) and headed out. Much squabbling and one Eclipse oath later, they found themselves at a deep valley overgrown with vines. 70-80 miles southeast of Chiaroscuro. No, it's not supposed to make sense. So they descended into the valley and encountered a creature whose description I will post later since it's saved on Gwydion and I'm using Taliesin at the moment.
They slew it (Melzer did absurd damage to it and ripped off its lower jaw) and then encountered the little god that owns that particular valley and which is batshit out of its mind. It flailed at them for a while from a dematerialized state and they found out that the caravans kept wandering there and the people would get mutated and kill each other. Amidst this, the Wyld Hunt showed up (five Dragon-Blooded and ten mortals) to slay Jeremy, while everybody else got the fuck out of Dodge. One very dramatic abstracted combat later, Jeremy has slain the five Dragon-Blooded and the ten mortals but is himself dying. Melzer burned all the bodies with his Zenith power and retrieved Jeremy's various orichalcum shinies and bits of broken jade. The caravan showed up and the spirit ranted and raved about how his city got "unanchored" and is "floating around," then went off his rocker even more screaming about how he hated the Fair Folk and wanted to kill them all. Thus game ended.
So tired. Bed now.
The PC's show up in this tavern where they were all instructed to meet 2 hours past noon. Jeremy behaved like an Absolute Arrogant Ass (his character concept), and everybody else was kind of glaring at him. They were given their assignment (find out what happened to some stray Guild caravans that Therea wanted to raid herself and was pissed that someone else was making them go astray) and headed out. Much squabbling and one Eclipse oath later, they found themselves at a deep valley overgrown with vines. 70-80 miles southeast of Chiaroscuro. No, it's not supposed to make sense. So they descended into the valley and encountered a creature whose description I will post later since it's saved on Gwydion and I'm using Taliesin at the moment.
They slew it (Melzer did absurd damage to it and ripped off its lower jaw) and then encountered the little god that owns that particular valley and which is batshit out of its mind. It flailed at them for a while from a dematerialized state and they found out that the caravans kept wandering there and the people would get mutated and kill each other. Amidst this, the Wyld Hunt showed up (five Dragon-Blooded and ten mortals) to slay Jeremy, while everybody else got the fuck out of Dodge. One very dramatic abstracted combat later, Jeremy has slain the five Dragon-Blooded and the ten mortals but is himself dying. Melzer burned all the bodies with his Zenith power and retrieved Jeremy's various orichalcum shinies and bits of broken jade. The caravan showed up and the spirit ranted and raved about how his city got "unanchored" and is "floating around," then went off his rocker even more screaming about how he hated the Fair Folk and wanted to kill them all. Thus game ended.
So tired. Bed now.