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This is a weird thing.
"Are you sure it's not just artificed folded space?" Kayam asks again.
"I'm sure. It's not completely unlike it, but the flavor's different. I think there's an artifact around somewhere but it's not doing your thing, it's doing - something else. I think ravelers must have worked together on this..."
"...and none of them was a folder."
"None of them was a folder. I've never seen the thing this is before. There's got to be an artifice -"
Shara takes a step closer.
She trips.
"MILADY -"
And then Shara can't hear the rest of Kayam's scream, because she's somewhere else, too quick to reravel or even start to try.
sweetclarity
"Hm. Fascinating! Depending on what the other ravelers do you might find demand for them here, but it'd have to be a long-term thing if we couldn't set up a permanent gate... That's a question for another day, though. Are you hungry? I know Aril is."
sweetclarity
With a gesture, Syl is abruptly surrounded by dozens of pots made out of golden light. She begins pulling various ingredients out of thin air and turning them into presumably delicious food, all at an obviously inhuman rate.
the-ending-of-the-words
"She loves cooking. I thought she'd make us a light lunch, or something, it'd take her thirty seconds with all her charms; this looks like a full banquet. She'll be out of her fugue in half an hour with the best meal you've ever had. Until then, you could set her on fire and she'd only do something if it looked like it'd burn her dessert."
He shrugs. "It's a Syl thing."
He shrugs. "It's a Syl thing."
"What exactly are charms? I mean, I can see them, but a verbal explanation will be faster than waiting for me to be able to disentangle their effects by looking."
the-ending-of-the-words
"They're... well, as Exalted we've got the power of the Unconquered Sun, as I mentioned. Charms are a way of exerting that power on the world around us and overruling the laws of nature. They can do practically anything. I tend to use them for things like dancing so beautifully that grown men weep, or decimating armies; Syl uses them for stuff like making enchanted swords for a thousand men in a day, or cooking things very quickly."
the-ending-of-the-words
Aril rubs his hands together, then conjures an illusory blackboard on which he diagrams things. "Alright. So. The Exalted are humans who have been imbued with divine power by one of a few different entities. Solars, like myself, are the children of the Sun; we are humanity amplified, performing feats that no mortal could do. Lunars are the hunters of the Moon; they can change their shapes and, similarly, perform inhuman feats. Sidereals are the helpers of the Fates, sneaking through the seams of reality to set the course of events right when they're out of joint. Abyssals are the twisted creations of dead gods who want to bring ruin to all Creation and slay every living thing in this universe, and Infernals are pretty much the same thing with a different paint job."
He thinks for a moment. "Oh, and there's Dragonblooded, but they're a bit pathetic. They crop up in the general population with elemental powers and work for the government. I can take a squadron of them with one arm cut off. Have, actually."
He thinks for a moment. "Oh, and there's Dragonblooded, but they're a bit pathetic. They crop up in the general population with elemental powers and work for the government. I can take a squadron of them with one arm cut off. Have, actually."
the-ending-of-the-words
"Mmm... acts of great heroism, for Solars, and in particular committing such heroic acts shortly after another Solar kicks the bucket, since her divine spark will still be floating around ready to imbue you. Believe that for Lunars it's an act of impossible survival, and for the rest who the hell knows? Probably for Sidereals it's whoever's already fated to Exalt, that's sort of how they operate. Why d'you ask?"
"Just curious. I was actually on a quest to acquire adventure-based approval when the portal thing ate me."
the-ending-of-the-words
"Huh! Would you like to tag along on a few of Syl's and my quests? We do rather a lot of glorious adventure, and all. Hard work, but it's nothing if not heroic. And I'll bet you she'd make you a million little magic widgets if you came along, she loves gifting people."
"I would love magic widgets, and it's entirely possible that your quests could serve the purpose I was after with my own too."
the-ending-of-the-words
"Isn't it nice when fate works out like that instead of arbitrarily fucking you over?"
"Yes. ...Although unless you give me really good magic widgets or it turns out I can handle local magic with amazing efficiency it might well not work however heroic we're being; I'm supposed to complete my heroic adventures with peers or inferiors in general competence."
the-ending-of-the-words
"Does present a bit of a problem, yes; I'm constitutionally incapable of being inferior to anyone. How about if we hear about some Sidereal cursing a town or something, we send you off to handle it all by your lonesome? Quite heroic, very low probability of death."
"That would probably work. Of course, whether I obey my original parameters is moot if I never get home..."
the-ending-of-the-words
"Oh, come on, if anybody has a chance of working it out then we do. No need to dwell. Solar tactics 101: Don't plan for failure, because you're not going to fail."
the-ending-of-the-words
"Oh. The ones who aren't me die sometimes, yes. I was just trying to be reassuring, really, feel free to plan competently."
"I do like competent planning. Although 'tripped into a portal' wasn't my finest moment. I'm supposed to be less susceptible to tripping than I once was, but evidently not immune."